The Supplicant Poem by Tony Adah

Here I am alone
Like a fallen moon
A supplicant in dire need of benediction
My knees are on the ground knocked as they are
Seeking a healing treatment
Without the surgeon's knife.

I am waiting
By the riverside
My soul in my bucket
And soap in my hands.

I look up to the looming sky
Where the idle shreds of white clouds roam
This is the hue
I desire my soul to be
And this is where
I have a promise to be
If my hands and my soul be stainless
As is required to live with the eternal king.