In those days of old
in that season of yoke
when things had fallen apart no longer at ease
our period of domination at its peak;
in those days of much sorrow in our world
lived a gifted one who from our port city in the south come
but belonged everywhere
and at the same time nowhere
at home among us in the north
as in the south
among us in the west
as in the east;
our misery in those days a lead in her heart
making her weak of might
her spirit edgy
her soul heavy
lost, she searched for her sanity
in all of humanity
singing songs of love
preaching sermons of hope
searching, singing, preaching, her crown hid
underneath a shawl of black gold dipped
of blood stained
of suffering drenched;
she was us, she became our voice
our bard rhyming our anguish in lyrics
her songs lament for the tribulations plaguing our world
her sermons comfort for our dominated spirit
in songs and sermons she told us together we must forever stand
in our battle for freedom and fight united we must and we ain’t ever givin’ up
told us to keep on walking
to keep on doors knocking;
she also sang and preached of us
in the world beyond the great sea
in lyrics and sermons knocking all over the earth on doors of power
wailing for our domination to be over;
preaching, singing, on doors of power knocking
until one day, inspired, her intuition heightened
she realized all was not well as many years singing and preaching on the stage of history
our tribulations remained unabated in that period of misery;
so it was that after years of singing and preaching
she retired and on her knees got besieging
the gods for guidance, with her flesh
with her blood
with her heart
with her mind;
the gods were astonished by her honesty and devotion to spiritual growth
like that of Job they knew her heart
was of gold made
her devotion to her people pure and strong;
so, in their mischief and benevolence, the gods
conspired to initiate her, elevate her in spirit
divine intervention
holy innervation
to do that they had to get her to the Temple, so turbulence in her they caused
and a desire for solitude, a fracture of her golden heart;
and so it was she retreated from us
barricaded herself in her house;
isolated from us, the world
the gods set to work on her:
in her they nurtured Adam
guided her away from Eve
they cleansed her bright coat of many colors
cloaked her spirit in valor
they built in her a fire with water
stoked until her imagination ignited and her perception shifted the fire;
thus the gods brought her to the Temple
the world within world, the realm sacred
“You who from the Star come,
in Saturn womb,
on Earth born of a woman,
our earthly conduit,
with Cynthia
in the house of Leo,”
they called her by her cosmic identity as she sat there with them, the vibration intense
she answered them without words, her body trembling, her energy immense;
the gods let her behold them, the angels
let her climb with them up the ladder of Jacob,
the stairway to the stars, up, up to the door of Heaven
the throne of God, the Holy of Holies;
at the door of Heaven
they nudged her onward toward the Holy of Holies
there she was facing the throne of God, His Majesty Most High
she trembled at the sight of God
stunned by the radiance of Love
her crown quivered, her scalp tingled, as exploded in her head a thousand points of light;
so it was in a flash
she saw and knew
understood it All
revelation – having come face to face with Love;
some sunrises on
emerged she the Temple from
Capricorn rising
Unicorn prancing;
her door wide open we entered
round her revelation words sought we gathered
mouthed our hope we
pleaded with our eyes did
for her to tell us the counsel of God
the words of Love;
silent she
on her big
broad mouth
a smile
her dimples noble
her cheeks lofty
her deep eyes
of hope hued
of expectation tinged
radiant as a star
her crown hid
underneath a shawl white and blue;
impatient we waited
our breaths bated
our hearts heavy
our eyes eager
lingered on her
seeking revelation words
eager to hear the words of Love
from the Temple deep she brought;
from her heavenly lips a sermon:
“Maintain your mind,
keep your focus,
we have a bright shining star
keeping watch over us,
our deliverance is near,
soon our kingdom come,
we belong to God,
we belong to Love,
we are One,
walking in the Light”;
she gazed at us, smiling, glowing her face, radiant her eyes, said:
“Nothing
Needed
Except
Knowledge – the
Ark”.
Not long after that had begun our deliverance
the period of renaissance
that would eventually lead us here
this period of our rebirth where
we were reborn in freedom and justice
in prosperity, knowledge and peace;
it was then we knew, at last, that:
Knowledge is all
true revolution is peace
now you know
can’t say you don’t.
© 2023 Ségun Ògúntólá