Just When Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Just When



Just when
Just when, the sun set, clouds gather and darkness fall,
Just then the full vivid moon comes in with leading light

Just when, the stream ceases to flow, shriveled remains of use to blossom flowers assemble on it, odor of fishes dead consume around,
Just then the wind arrives parting ways for rain to refashion path

Just when, unending nightmares devours sole souls, sweats blends with tears,
Just then the crier called for privileged presence

Just when, the cutlass wedges in unwanted tree, jammed for evermore,
Just then gentle breeze comes to deracinate it ‘’Tree’’

Just when, the double eyed physician gave the ultimate, waving me with lasting days as I remain under weathers,
Just then roads parted and I was reborn

At that brink, when lingering hope is like shattered, when darkness seems to consume,
Discern the need that the moment goes at it came, like weaved web of deceit woven to fortify us.

Just when, the verdict is passed and judgment is set, the hangman just in the corner,
Just then the pardoner in view appears liquefying verdict

Just when, evil winds blow, and unleashed storm is looming, when the night is at coldest,
Just then calmness set in as sun set

Just as
Flowers blossom into withers
Pupa nurtures into flies only to the lizard
Rock grows in valor only to weather into soil
Unlike them we be perhaps like stars hanged in the sky, obscured by the clouds. Soon the drizzle shall, letting heavy clouds dissolve away unbridling you to sparkle.

Just as
The aging widow, thought by many to be a witch
In the morning, she raises before the sun and on her head the wood she put
Across, her voice is heard calling unto all to procure what she vends
But then as sun set she mutters to self of fruitless day as she saunters back home
The day is done perhaps not done, gone
As even winds blow withered leaves and her lounging garments, she saunters,
Awaiting the day of her departure with thoughts that her passing will be realized only due to arousing odor of her decay
Like a leaping calf she jumped over scattered soldier ants onto her home
In their she blows old hot soup just then did she hear a faint call, the voice growing from fade to flare,
Mama, where are you? In tears she be as her soul is lifted due to found voice of her son.

As
Raw gold passing refining stage so we are,
At that point when it seems the heat is at its height,
Just then we sparkle and become treasures.

Just
Belief and let go of the wheel
Cause in moment of
Lasting hope, fishes and bread He multiplied,
Roaring seas He calmed and departed,
Lion’s mouth He shut.

It seems it won’t end; there is no way, no friends. Just Worship Him.

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