My Raven 2

I opened my mouth again Where lies my brook? Where are thou my Raven Raven's miracle I seek The man came back with a stern look His white beard stood akimbo " Bro. Stephen, lets I forget, next time Please don't finish all your chicken oooo And stop shouting please... Your Raven miracle you've eaten Go home... for others are still trying to connect" It dawned on me painfully Maybe I shouldn't have beckoned to them to join me Maybe...I would still be devouring the chicken alone As I walk pass others on the mountain, Many still longing for more from the fountain Some still snoring on church mats Communing with other bed-bugs and rats One man was beckoning with his hands in his sleep I ran towards him and held his hand "No, don't call others" I shouted He woke up anyways And dealt me a heavy slap "Why would you wake me up" My other cheek got adorned with another slap Just like a proverbial Jesus Christ " I was signing a contract with some white men And you held my pen and my hand" Again, my mouth was ajar Expressionless... yet thoughtless My heels took on me Though still longing for my Raven's miracle But no more from Elijah ... for I am Bro. Stephen Alayande Stephen T. 21st, August, 2016 A Story from the Sunday Service