Jesse Ojuka

Sitting down in the parlour with legs crossed like a monk 
Staring out the window, I saw a woman walk by 
And not say hello to the wall of trees or thanks to the sky
I laughed in fact
Then I realised that woman is me almost everyday 
I imagine the crows, pigeons, foxes and snow 
All look at humans with a condescending and judgemental tone in their throats
How foolish we are to take it all for granted 
Some may dismiss the miraculous beauty on a count of not being able to see a God 
But my dear friend, 
It is all God, the sun that burns in the sky here and where you are 
The ocean of sky above and the sea of water below. 
It is all divine
In the truest sense of the word 
Church or crumble
Faith or fiction 
Who can deny such a marvellous design 
Shame loops me at the fact I do not drink it in everyday