The antagonists of the soul
Who say there is none
Did not meet the cord that we won.
There was fire in those bones
Burning so
Fiercely that it melted even those who set the match
Burnt like the darkest cocoa of Ile Oluji
And even yet the coal still shone
Had we but time enough and chance
Had we the patience to fan the furnace blast
Had we the tools to build and not burn
Had we seen, that after-moon comes sun
The journey from Illora has been tiresome
The journey through scorched red mother earth lonesome
The turn taken must now lead back home
The man is beaten by rain and sun from the same wind
What does it take to bring back time?
If the clock is right then it says nine
Yet a nine is two lines apart
God in his power did set our lives at extreme ends
In October he lets the rain pour
In another he sends out a burning sun
He sets a heart after another
And then keeps them polar
Some black and some white
But two hands of a clock can still meet at the east
That hot December city where time lost faith and hope,
Twice seen,
Twice loved.
And I will chose that bright sun again and again
The hot, burning, and flaming fire
Its only curse were time and space
My counsellor says give it time and chance again.
Your Grace,
This time, do not let go.
October 22, 2026