He drinks and pours some on a stone.
He is in search of a sanctuary,
desiring redemption.
He found a path,
but felt disheartened—
It didn’t lead to perpetual light.
He wants to appease the gods,
perhaps seeking atonement for the dispersal of shadows,
for the blooming of shrivelled meadows,
for the quietude within.
He followed the instructions given to him,
a path guided by traditions from days of old.
He was warned there would be a clash of fate and belief,
but he was advised to hold tenaciously to the reins of belief.
He sits in wait,
tears mingling with his faith.
At nightfall,
He returns home,
finding nothing heard,
nothing different.
Have the gods gone on a journey?
Are they so many miles away?
Are they obstructed?
Are they truly emissaries of the Divine?
These questions flood his mind.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.