Oria Poem by Uche Nwanze

Oria

How bright the light that cleansed the blight
How bright the light that put darkness to flight
At the right time our oblation gave birth to felicitation
At the twilight of the eight month fortune visited
The Ageless sun smiled at us
A beautiful sight to behold
The might of the one who sits in the clouds broke the tight womb
When the right time came
the doors of the chamber of birth was open
And bright the Light upon our blight world
A sight beautiful to behold
A gift bequeathed by the gods