Sun

by Oritsegbemi Emmanuel Jakpa

On this stable earth, afresh every morning,
You peeked at our fore-fathers trekking
Side by side on the barbed seal of being.

You saw Noah’s Flood, the wars of the world;
Saw blood flowed to a flood; man scorched to desert mould;
Earth parted, sea bellowed and roared

Eating up life; thunder applauded fierce wind turns
In crowded places; and the cascade woes of nature
not in ill-will but in seeing that ill was done.

Still you remain unblind, unspeaking, unbleeding;
Feed earth green fingerlings, same as in the beginning.
In your infernal shine is the sternness of will.