Exodus

Exodus Dew-risen art the dawn of life This life, my passage Curiosity arrays his patient plight Against the willy-nilly hours of time Up and down, side to side Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes Whether happiness away shall ever come Murky was night, but this new dawn Hyacinth and lily on still waters prevail Wisdom beyond peevish Solomon The dumb's secret with the deaf is saved Yet life's candle burns so brief When hand well-nigh grasped of joy's garment And all deeds seems reasoning without Ringing out effigees of great days gone "So dicephalous art the passage of life Paradoxical grace of sinful Israelites O Wilderness of sin! Two sides defining a coin So shall man wade this river called life Coursing, perhaps, from Babylon to Zion Reluctantly from Egypt to Cannan Where people that had forsaken sin Would find solace seeing it again" I would rather this exodus was never born. (Afolayan Abolarin)