Lore Are Anticipations Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Lore are anticipations detoured through our hurt:
As the ray of justice bends over
Glittering, chaste, balanced and rational,
Tenacious to poise the globe we discern.
But divinity walked among us out of affection
And Christ writhed dreadfully that we might exist;
Like a dove His holy spirit observes,
Relics aloft, to witness and forgive.
The earth in love returns a unique flame:
The golden night lingers in tousled prairie;
The ruins of harmattan burning fervently;
The pool of blood cruising higher;
The hills thaws into amazed chutzpah.
And all who cant resist but admire this sacred art,
Are bewildered at joy's decrepit heart.