The Second Coming

If we had known he was coming we would have played our drums till our fingers bled. Our women would have decorated themselves painting their bodies and nails and weaving colours into their hair they would have laid their wrappers down on the dusty ground for him to walk over. We would have hung banners from the trees and buntings would adorn every house. We would have proclaimed the day a public holiday and we would all have gathered and waited, danced and sang and made merry while we waited for him to come. But not he, like a master that catches his servant sleeping or like a thief that comes silently in the night or like a ghost that blows in with the morning dew he came. no drums, no trumpets, no praise-singer heralded his arrival and he was standing in our midst before we even knew it.