AT THE DINNER
Before the table,
We gather ourselves to pray,
We were praying
And our eyes were closed
Regardless of the dishes set before us,
Unafraid of the light, still unborn.
Our hands resting on our shoulders,
Our body is vibrating and shaking, praying together with us.
At a distance far away from our table,
We heard a noise,
Confusingly unknown.
Our eyes were still closed and mouth still intact.
Unafraid,
Even if it was a pang of our conscience.
We were still shaking and our hands still bound to each other in prayer.
All of a sudden, we felt a touch on our arms,
The touch was cold and warm,
We opened our eyes and our hands were separated.
And a great portent appeared in the cloud,
The sun on a cloth and the moon under a feet.
We heard a noise of a woman in her pangs of birth,
And a dragon sabotaging....
The ancient serpent of the Eden's fate.
Within a twinkle of an eye,
We heard a loud noise,
By the creatures with wings, beautiful and very tall.
Rejoice oh heaven,
The devil the accuser of man kind had been thrown away,
Woe to you oh earth and sea,
The devil has come in great wrath.
Immediately after this,
We felt the touch again,
The hands faithfully unseen,
Our hands were joined together again,
Our eyes still closed
The dishes still on the table,
Our lips moving up and down
And our teeth gnashing in pain.
We opened our eyes,
Our body is soaked into a salty ocean.
Now, we are sitting on our own chairs,
Before a table where our dinner was placed.
And their was no noise outside the window but
only our voice was heard,
But now, we are locked up in a cross road of decisions,
Should we eat the dinner or pray again?
(Olagunju Olayemi Joshua)
February 2021 poems
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