The Santa Claus Departs
We never saw it coming
but it came
like the sound of the trumpet
heralding the doomsday-
that day, dark as the night
bereft of moon and stars,
that announced your departure.
You were a priest
that santa-claused without ceasing,
brightening every cloudy sky
you met with the sun.
Though separated are we
by the great river
you've crossed ahead of us,
we hope to meet you someday,
not on our side side of the river
in the world of wicked ones
radiating rotten rays
where Ahab robs Naboth
of his vineyard;
but on your side of the river
in the world of saints
united as a congregation
without a segregation,
filled with faces smiling,
free of faces frowning.
N.B. this poem is a tribute to late Father Barnabas Salawu
known to have devoted his life to caring for the poor. His last priestly
assignment was at Magongo,Kogi state, Nigeria before his death in
2011. R.I.P.
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