Day 4
THE PRAYER THAT CANNOT BE ANSWERED
I feel like God's punishing me. He's making me
long for something that is far from my grasp
and I can't help but feel that our conversations are repartees,
Since I've been praying for decades & there is still that wide gap
I wish life will shine on me with smiles,
So I will stop trying to crawl to my personal mountain top.
"God's all knowing" why can't he hear my cries?
I was told to ask and I've been doing that without stop.
It's frustrating to know that the rain still falls
and the sun will seldom not shine forth
for us all to see regardless of our catcalls,
yet my prayers and miracles seem to be non-existent
Now, there are stories of mockery buzzing around,
that I don't want to taste what my ancestors tasted once.
A contract to which they believe we are all bound,
my so-called family inclusive.
It's like I've crossed the space between the moon and stars,
In a bid to make my bid more pressing.
I'm alone, wallowing in this wondrous paths,
Where I want to stay but the being above is unyielding.
When I saw my reflection in the mirror yesterday;
I noticed flaws in my gait
and numerous wrinkles on my face
And i couldn't help but have doubts.
Before yesterday, I used to think God's intention was to test my patience,
To see if I won't get tired of always gasping for breath
after my daily prayer sessions that's made my neighbors
Tag "God have mercy" as my shibboleth
But, now, when the messenger seized my breath,
As I was muttering my regular words of prayers,
I knew that my supplications never left this earth
For I soon saw myself on the floor, unconscious.
Then they came in with tears on their faces
and carried me–my body.
Now, I'm longing to return to my flesh,
The same way I longed to be immortal.
©Akinwole John Akintayo
©Yusuf Muyibat Avosuahi
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