WAVE, the Poem…
Dear CIB reader, I know it’s been a while and trust me when I say I have missed being here. As always, CIB seeks ways to inspire you hence, today’s blogpost. It serves as a reminder of how unpredictable life is. Someone may be well today and by tomorrow, he or she is no more. There is the need to live a life of impact because in the end, that is all that counts.
I am honored to share the poem written by Miss Moyosolaoluwa Olowokure who recently lost her Father and this poem titled WAVE deeply reflects the pain, yet gratitude and hope, her family has been through since his demise. Kindly read through:
“Six pairs of hands full and pink the very symbol of abundance
Almost silly how the family always had reasons to sing and dance
They had a lovely Melody, a song made for six
There was nothing their unity and love couldn’t fix.
Suddenly a wave of horrible news hit an unshaken home
I call it a home not a house for it was more than just a building
This wave would come and go as Doc always said, God’s willing
We gathered in prayer knowing our God was great
We hoped for a healing no matter the process, no matter how long the wait
Some screamed, cried and coated their skins with dirt of the floor
Others made calm declarations and prophecies as their faith saw the need for nothing more.
An enduring wife with an everlasting smile on her face,
She would blend, grind, cut, cook, wash and research long into the night
The couple took flights overseas with God’s unending grace
Equipped with hope strength and love, they were ready for the fight
Finally, a soft breeze of hope blew over the home wrapped in a perfect day of bliss
Seemingly an early birthday present for the youngest child
It felt like much awaited shelter from the dangers of the wild
You were getting better, the “enemy” was losing
The hands of my mother seemed to be worth all the bruising
From all the vegetables she cut to all the remedies she had been choosing
Unfortunately, the blood of your blood was not enough to save you
No matter how many pints the nurses drew and gave you
God gave your pain an unexpected remedy
At first glance, a heart wrenching tragedy
Nothing to hold on to but an inspiring legacy
But now we see a glimpse of heaven in what initially felt like hell
It was not about how long you lived but about how well
Now there are five pairs of hands wrinkled and faintly stained with tears
Shocked at the very realization of our inner most fears
These five pairs of hands will still find reasons to clap and stay strong
Knowing that his resting soul would be the underlying melody to their new song”.
We deeply sympathize with the Olowokures on their loss. Please, stay strong while the Lord heals your hearts.
Let Psalm 90 vs 12 guide us as we journey on earth: “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom“.
Special thanks to my friend, Wadi Ben-Hirki for the opportunity to share this great piece.
Till the next blogpost,
Stay Safe and don’t forget to live in gratitude.