By Solomon Belete Haile
June 24, 2020
A wrong perception of the world,
Arising from an upended mind,
Produced an elegy derided;
A clay spoke up to the potter,
Belittled his doing and manner,
Imparted a lesson to its maker,
Deducing from the actions of its master,
Sound off a lengthy lecture,
Screeds polemic insincere;
The molded slandered the molder,
Unbeknownst to its fare,
Harangued balderdash of despair;
A worm confronts a farmer,
Insisting for an answer,
what a fool it was to utter,
Hasty words of despair,
laying blame on the Gardner,
Said: ‘what have you done to my flower?’
‘Leave her alone, come on gardener,’
I am the clay, the miserable worm,
A doleful creature in a conundrum;
‘Has the potter no right over the clay,
To do what he pleases’ nay my cry?
Who am I to utter those words,
Seemingly true but nescience,
Against the author of life and death,
Who am I to exclaim,
A nonsensical voice in humdrum;
As if all along that flower was mine,
Misplacing ownership which was thine;
Thank God for my second thought,
I goggled at the apparent fault,
Spared from Nebuchadnezzar’s fate,
Here I am to repent,
for an utterance of undue dissent,
I’m not stricken with boanthropy,
For poetry marked with blasphemy;
The gaffe in my own locution,
Overridden with blind intuition,
Directed towards the sovereign,
Is nothing other than a sin;
What was wrong and lopsided,
Was not your rule and command;
As the faculty of my belief erred,
For lack of knowledge in your word,
This poor soul bemoaned,
An elegy misguided,
Towards my benevolent Lord,
Despite your grace and good deed;
As the Spirit pervaded conviction,
A soul engulfed in contrition;
Driven with divine volition,
Surrendered to discern your doctrine,
Behold the truth, here is a lesson,
‘For from him and through him
And to him are all things,
To him be glory forever; Amen’.
I came to terms with life’s gain,
With losses sustained due to sin,
I trust you for now and forever,
Sovereign Lord, lone conquerer!
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