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IDANRE

PART 1

When I arrived and my exhaustion slept
Idanre was blanketed by the night
As the early morning condensed and wept
I was touched awake by the first sunlight

Man’s insignificance is apparent
In the sight of bold, proud arrogance
Of gigantic boulders that stand silent
In a domineering oppressive stance

In the brave face of massive sheer presence
Man is an infinitesimal grain
His boggling mind has to bow in deference
Purged of any irreverence or disdain

Completely humbled by the work of God
Even as my lost words were like a flood

PART 2

(Motions)
Mother earth dances in undulation
Mimicking supple motions of sea waves
Bouncing homes like vessels of the ocean
And creating snarls of crevice enclaves

(Call to Climb)
You can hear the sounds of quietness
Dotted with the chirping of birds swirling
Cruising on this splendour of stillness
That compels all who dare to come climbing

(Magnificence)
Magnificence sits on the blue skyline
Riding on the back of an earthy scene
Arrestingly sublime wondrous goldmine
Black and grey monuments, speckled with green

Completely humbled by the work of God
Even as my lost words were like a flood

PART 3 (MOTIONS)

Ripping through the ground, thrusting through the skies
Massive giants hold the heavens captive
Each, a fabulous escarpment high rise
Echoes of times when the earth was active

Framed across the skies in phantom motion
Gliding fleetingly the giants shift
Woozy heads will reel in mild confusion
Then clouds move instead and dizziness lift

Was it in the mind or did the hills move?
Yet morning dew condenses to create sweat
Soaking heads to shoulders as if to prove
That perspiration had made the hills wet

Completely humbled by the work of God
Even as my lost words were like a flood

PART 4 (The Climb)

Grand awe inspiring monsters to behold
Peer down at the climbers in indifference
Swaying balance of each treacherous foothold
Continues assault in careful deference

Dancing on the back of the pious creatures
Curious inelegant tentative steps
Humans simulating caricatures
On the fringes of hard rocky biceps

The silence of the hills reverberate
In the loud bellow of their awesome size
A cause for heartbeats to accelerate
In the quest for satisfaction as prize

Completely humbled by the work of God
Even as my lost words were like a flood

PART 5 (Magnificence)

Even as their heads are buried in the height
By the eloquence of unspoken words
Their voices speak of the mysteries of might
“The mighty need never unsheathe their swords”

The ambition of man is not a threat
To the substance of these massive presence
They are neither alarmed nor do they fret
As man surmounts the peak of their essence

From these eerie heights a delight is seen
Idanre as ghosts of an untold dream
A uniquely iconoclastic scene
That sings the tune of an African hymn

Completely humbled by the work of God
Even as my found words are now a flood