Black are King Solomon’s beautiful curtains
Where the riches of wisdom are veiled and unveiled
Black is the colour of me
Black is the colour of fertile soil
Where seeds bring about a hundred fold
Black is the colour of me
Black is the night sky
The only colour that causes stars to dance
Black is my colour
Black is the mystery of Africa
The depths of the darkness of her pain
The heights of her overtaking joy and splendour
Black is the heart of a mine
Bursting with precious jewels to be mined
Black is mine
Black is an invitation to infinite discovery
Black is the end of fear
Black is the home of wonder
Black is the colour of the first Christmas sky
that led the wise to behold the wonder of the starry Face of the Messiah
The night of God’s majesty and the holiness of Life
Black is the colour of the night Jesus was betrayed
The night he was rejected by His own
Black is the night he bore our pain
Black is the colour of noon
As Jesus sighed His last breathe
To reconcile all of humanity
Dark is God’s hiding place
The place where justice is the foundation of His throne
Dark is my skin made suitable for God’s hiding place
Black holds every colour
Black formed all of us
Black is the colour of us
© Siki Dlanga
Siki Dlanga is a love sick Jesus follower. She is regrettably single but not unhappy. She lives for things such as reconciliation. She laughs really loud. She is a dreamer. She is a believer. She is a poet with an inspiring anthology called Word of Worth. She dialogues about her country in whatever platform she finds. She was once called a freedom banner and she liked it. She is daring, she is bold and she is honest. She is also called Madam Madiba. www.madamemadiba.wordpress.com
