So Let Them Deem Me Mad. (Authored: Chemasop Cheruiyot)

In whispers soft, your voice alights,

Guiding steps through darkest nights.

Though eyes strain in search of thee,

In unseen realms, your presence be.

To heed your call, a sacred vow,

Though others question, wonder how.

In their eyes, I'm deemed insane,

Yet in your grace, I find my refrain.

For in the dance of cosmic light,

Your ways, a mystic, wondrous sight.

As Ecclesiastes so aptly portrays,

In your sovereignty, my heart sways.

In courts divine, I choose to dwell,

Where your mysteries sweetly swell.

In the realm of flesh, I find no worth,

But in your love, I find rebirth.

So let them deem me mad, it's true,

For crazed I am, for love of you.

In your presence, I am whole,

For you, oh God, are my very soul.

    Winnie Cheruiyot