Divine Grief

After Lk19.10

flesh & blood,

stands on a precipice.       

—the boon voyage

of self. life, 

gravity of things 

breathing distance

from God. man,

steep skin of

shadows tapering

the passion

of light. light is 

God. but isn’t he 

broken of no 

reflection? In this

poem, you’re 

burning, yet

hating to flicker.

yes, grace is

spiritual —you &

conscience, fruiting 

in her orchard &

groves. do you 

see grief? God 

is a disheveled

spirit bearing the

infirmities of 

those not longing. 

In this poem, 

you hear his 

voice & break not

a knee. flesh &

blood, sauntering 

in turns & twist.

say it’s lust. nay,

living life to the

brim. again, his

patience poised.

sure the world is 

dying & only one 

man truly grieves. 

© Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo