Holiness, they claim he spent his life in: <br /> <br /> he wasn’t cruel to anyone; <br /> <br /> he lov’d all with equal love - <br /> <br /> he refused not the orphans their gifts; <br /> <br /> neith’r did he refuse the widows their bread: <br /> <br /> he was free like the air we breathe in the temple, <br /> <br /> where we sang his praises; <br /> <br /> praises, he devour'd all alone from all. <br /> <br />They say: <br /> <br /> He wasn’t weak of illness, <br /> <br /> nor did anyone poison’d ‘im, <br /> <br /> but he left his belov’d gently, gently. <br /> <br />They then say he spent his life well, <br /> <br />to be call’d to an eternal rest. <br /> <br />Rest indeed before the Judgment Throne, <br /> <br />answ’ring queries why he took glories to himself alone, <br /> <br />why he refus’d to help the needy, <br /> <br />without some coins; <br /> <br />why he secretly oppress’d the widows, <br /> <br />flirting with ‘em before giving ‘em gold; <br /> <br />why he turn’d himself a true worshipper – <br /> <br />though a hypocrite. <br /> <br />Million queries, the Throne asks him, <br /> <br />but he stands before Him, silenc’d <br /> <br />like Nigerian refineries. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But it pains him that his belov’d <br /> <br />are proudly praising him their on earth, <br /> <br />while here, he’s about to be doom’d with ajuju, <br /> <br />too much ajuju to sentence him. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />In the fiery furnace, <br /> <br />he now beg all living to live justly, <br /> <br />and not to nzowu, nzowu oth’rs.<br /><br />Eche Ononukwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/call-to-eternal-holiness/
