Poems by Kutlo

INNER SERVITUDE

I serve the light within me

a quiet flame that does not shout

yet outlives every storm.

I serve peace instead of anger

though anger rises sharp and fast

I let it pass through open hands

refusing it a home.

I serve love instead of ego

though ego begs to be seen

to be right, to be praised

I choose instead to be whole.

Each moment, I kneel again

not in weakness

but in willing devotion

to the highest part of myself.

For what I serve, I become.

And so, I become light.

I become peace.

I become love.