Harked heralds
Of sleepy cherubs
We recite the idlib
Muttering faith
In the triune
Before the declaration
Of the mystery of faith
His August visit
And April exit
We chew the chaplet
Of his sorrowful passion
I see his star
Stationed afar
In the east
Illuminating our paths
In the abyss of doom
Stretching forth hope
In betrayed blood
Marred by vinegar
Just yesterday
The earth was void
And as empty as a casket
Without the dead
Today
The moon is as dark
As dead midnight
Where evil rules
Manly affairs
But
Tomorrow
His star shall light
The darkness of today
To fill the void
Of yesterday
Now
I shall wait
Even as I fix my gaze
To the new-found-land
Of the eastern horizon –
The Jeru of Salem
I shall look
To the east
For his star
His ‘lone star’
That shines
Twinkles
And glows
“All alone”
At the groove
Of Easter
Written by: Iyeomoan Emmanuel Ehizogie
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