Nothing Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Nothing

Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of Heaven's Armies!
The whole earth is filled with his glory! —Isaiah 6: 3


I pour all on bare ground,
watch them sink;
nothing holds... Nothing!
I mull over emptiness;

keep moping, keep gaping,
brooding over space!
No glory, but gory gloom,
no peace, but pickle.

All's wind, life on wings!
All hope hangs
on a world bereft of God's glory;
rich in wind & shadows;

rich in tripping darkness
and surging bile;
in crackles from wild fires,
sparking doom and death.

The seraphs see earth
from a cleaner height
and with purer eyes and hail
the splendor of God's glory;

its awesome grandeur glows.
But not in a world
mired in silt of piling filth!
Earth reflects the human mind's

content in the ever growing
spate of self destruct;
yet dressed in glittering masks,
people mime love in a vile valley.