Holy Sunday Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

Dazzling faces
Of beautiful dressed flowers
Smile to the Holy ground

Multitudes of Lamb
Multitudes of sheep
In a Sabbath festival

Mellifluous voices of nightingale
With sonorous voices of men
Singing the paternoster

Spirit filled hearts
Worship in consonance
But soon, soon...

Like a breaking bridge
And like a blowing wind
The spirit evaporates

To gather
On
Another sabbath

At home
Boys and girls
Pray in tongues of kisses

Women's tongues
Rush like tap water
To drop on neighbor's solitary feet

Men battle
In countless bottles
Of colored colored liquid

To dance away into
The slippery gutters
O! what a Holy day indeed!