LOVE IS A THIRSTY QUEST

(PROSE POETRY)

The Brooks had gone dry,

Charity is on a lost course in the wilderness of Found.

The Antelope is panting without hope,

Without a chase, the Gazelle is running faster than the Cheater inorder to catch the last drop of the last brook.

The lion will not swallow its pride,

Blood will always be it option,

Even if the whole land is dry and without water,

The lion will not quench it thirst.

Now on the mounts of Olives, prayer is lost of communion.

The Garden of Eden is in abundance of dry leaves.

The morning dew is ravished with a coarse dust from the Northern Pole,

The skinned water bags of the Southern visitors are void of liquid.

We journey through the Garden of Agape,

Thousands of kilometers passed behind us,

We reached each millimeter of the edge with hope in our heart but the end never came,

Because the beginning of hope ended with a broken pitcher, our brazen pitcher,

Even our metal Cistern was designed with holes of despair,

How then can we drink to the full?

Of What necessity is a cup of water when we are thirsty but not of water?

Of what necessity of water is it to a lonely person when it is not Love?

Of what necessity of blood is it to a Tigress when she needs water to quench her thirst!

Not for water but for the Love of her Cubs!

In the Garden of Agape,

We thought it well to find a Fountain of Solace,

We did but it was the mark of her waterfalls engraved on her rocky paths.

Shall we take of the juicy fruits of the garden?

Even though it is forbidden?

Shall we be in thirst of Love in the garden of Agape?

Many questions can’t be answered if the result of the answer is water!

But one answer can be accepted if the water is of Love.

Bring in the Jaguar,

Cast out the Javelin,

Run through the Maze,

Begin the Opera of Tears,

Call nemesis to the Cry of Justice,

Engage the horizon of battle in a War with the gods,

Let Peace find fighting a base for her foundation,

Let Legends roll of the pages of history,

Because no prophet saw the theory of Agape,

They only spoke as they were moved.

The famous Soothsayers spoke lies,

They made Love angry,

Her burden became too heavy for the beast of burden.

Still, the fruits of the garden tempt us?

Then our countenance became brighter when we saw the fig tree,

She told us she needs more seasons to bear her fruits,

But our souls became thirsty,

We were not searching for water,

Our bowels thirst for fresh water,

But our spirit is poor,

Lacking in charity and hope,

Let us therefore bring in the Eastern River of our companions

Let our journey in the Garden of Agape be swift and slow, and slow and swift,

Let it be steady, let it be well, let it be safe.

We finally reached the harbor of Liberty,

When we saw the statue of Justice walking towards our Ferry,

She led us through the Western Valley of Agape,

We saw Valentine resting with hope and his children, Romeo and Juliet.

But all could seem for love, but all can’t be for love if love is not for love

For love is similar to loves,

But all loves can’t always be equal to love

Yet the loves of love is love if love is loved.

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The Count Down Begins Now ! 14-1 days to go

BY: Adedeji Oshigbesan