Tempest In Thoruland Poem by Uche Nwanze

The fate of all flesh, like the udala tree swept by the impetuous whirlwind
Like pilgrims on an Odyssey, destined to be washed away by a vicious tempest
Our life a fleeting pleasure fleeing before our grasp
Like the smiling Sun, suddenly night eclipses her beauty
The bough is broken, our tears inebriates the earth
Our hearts forlorn for a fallen comrade
If only Death gave a cue we had no clue
If we could catch a glimpse of your silhouette
Stood he tall like Hercules, larger than Life
Vivacious his mien, infecting us with boisterous laughter
With the candour of gentleness, you won our hearts
The image of an urbane sage, from your pot of wisdom we drank
Clad in white like the celestial host, shared the table with brothers
Decked in the apparel of kings, adorned with the garb of humility
A bridge between the cradle and grave
Your absence birth solitude, by the presence of your great solicitude we are consoled
No longer shall you walk the abode of mortals, you reign now with the Cherubs and Seraphs singing Holy Holy Holy!
Like gold, you have passed through the furnace
Many moons have passed, seems you never left
For Good men don't die
Forever they live in our hearts