CUPFUL OF LONGING

I’ve seen the walls of cathedrals...

Marveled at their towering spires.

I’ve stood before ornate alters

My ears thrilled with homilies

And utterances of impassioned clerics:

I’ve sung hymns and canticles

That glorify the heavenly chieftains-

Pressed flesh onto flesh on padded pews.

I’ve seen faces, faces and more faces

In the holiest of holy place; yet

Absent most conspicuously was that of God

And thus my heart remains a cupful of longing

My tangled arms – a wish for ultimate embrace:

My soul is stirred – my quest unfolds.

There’s a need in me that compounds my zeal

To seek and probe the depths of other spheres

For the divine I sought and never found…..

In iconic enclaves that exalt ecclesiastic vanity.

Author: Hope Kalé Ewusi ©