Suppose the Lord had not
REMEMBERED
When the world did not
But wrote her off
Dubbed her womb repellent
And thought sour of her breast
She wouldn’t have said
OLUWARANTIMI
If the Lord had not
REMEMBERED
As she cried to him
When the boy was withering
Like a sun-scorched rose
As the world gazed helpless
He would have been planted
Like a seed in a barren land
It wouldn’t have been safe to say
OLUWARANTIMI
But the LORD REMEMBERS
In the darkest hour
Of our nights
The epileptic journeys of life
In the fluctuating dreams
And hopes
In various mirages of goals
Something is certain
He will grant
We will heave a sigh
Of relief
If we will but say
OLUWARANTIMI
3 comments:
I cannot but commend you on this. It is a masterpiece. I cannot count how many times I have had to read and reread it. It is so beautiful...
It is a profound gratitude to the Most High. He is forever steadfast. His goodness and mercy on us all cannot be quantified even in the face of rejection, dejection and taunts. But can we really do justice to His praise? No! But this is a very good attempt and like you said "He Never Forgets" anyone.
Kudos!
Thanks. But to tell the truth, you too dey flatter person o. All this accolade? For this just poem? Ha, oga o! Thanks, all the same.
I will not be a balanced-critic if I have to mellow down the literary quality of an intellectual piece. I will rightly critique any one that appears bad on its merit.
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