Hearing the thunderstorms billowing from afar
Bringing a mixture of hope and premonition of some kind
The talk of torrential rain and lightning in a light and harsh manner within
Both have come and gone, near and far between at times
Occasionally lightning struck and leaves an indelible mark
On the rock if not the house deep
Occasionally it had struck human
Always near death also leaving an indelible mark of lame and shame
Indecipherable to the mind close and far
Because of the awkwardness of the narration and song
That's pregnant of the baggage and burdensome of shame and despair
Like the cross on the Messiah's shoulders
It had to be endured until it broke on him if ever it had to
It had to be endured even if it is within or without
Because it is hers, given to her and attached to her forever
Who will ever think of Jesus without the cross?
Nor who will ever forget the tormentors?
They too are attached to the cross albeit on top of it
Their feet burning by the conflagration of hell
NNkuna,7 June 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem