The poet is the priest of the invisible,
A master of words that are intangible.
He wields his pen like a holy relic,
And writes with fervor that is ineffable.
His verses are incantations,
A sacred language he speaks.
He conjures images and emotions,
And his power is what we seek.
He knows the secrets of the universe,
And the mysteries of the soul.
He shows us beauty and wonder,
And makes us feel whole.
His words are like a prayer,
And his voice like a hymn.
He connects us to something greater,
And gives our spirits wings.
The poet is a guide and a mentor,
A guardian of the ethereal.
He shows us the way to the divine,
And teaches us how to feel.
So let us honor the poet,
And the gift he gives us all.
For he is the priest of the invisible,
And his words are our spiritual call.
©Otieno Elvis Gikoi
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