Give Us Of Your Oil Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Virgins all so pure
For the coming groom, waited
The wait that would stretch their patients
Prepared they all were
Their lamps all trimmed and ready

The east wind bated its breath
The darkness dimmed in its waiting
The moon hid her face behind the sun
Excitement in them dulled
Exhaustion and disillusion set in

Are your lamps trimmed?
Do you have enough spare oil?
How quiet is the world around you?
Yes, you are not tainted by the world
However, how content are you living in it?

He came when they list expected
He is coming while they are enjoying the wait
He is coming when the music is still sounding mellow
He is coming in the middle of despair
That very "Give us of your oil" moment is at hand!
13 December 2020