Something Beautiful For God. Poem by Mykell Arome Usman

SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL FOR GOD
The nocturnal dance of midnight crickets
The solemn dirge of a widowed owl
The last stretch of a withering flower
An empty bowel steals away the orphan's sleep

When the sun rises, the rain maker will awake
Sunshine and rainfall woven together
Will abort the pregnancy of our hopelessness
And signal hope to those that weep

To the garden, the purple garden
Where the masquerades fear to dance
Underneath the archetypical coconut tree
He will answer my questions On life's meaning
And why He allows the tragedies of time to occur
There I will sing something beautiful for God.