October 31,2012 at 4:51pm.
With Coffee-Spoons …
…Eliot T.S taught me…
I too have measured out
my life with coffee-spoons,
dividing and cutting out rations
for evenings
mornings
and afternoons.
I know how many bails can empty the sea of
earth’s tears.
I know how many
grubs of smoothly powdered pride
fused in hot liquid envy,
made-up Lucifer’s cup of doom.
I know how many
ladles of gritted lust
passed under the heat of passed under the heat of steaming passion,
excited the unstable Eve to that forbidden
tree;
where of the serpentine’s brewed espresso,
death’s sweet crema she tasted free.
I know how many
scoops of plain humility
dissolved in the brisk fluid of compassion,
made possible the salvation of humanity,
that sacrifice at Golgotha, the steep price paid
for man’s redemption.
I know how many bails can empty the sea of
earth’s tears.
O! With coffee-spoons
I also have measured cautiously,
I also have measured cautiously,
how many dippers of the milky dust of
glittering hope…
is required to revive and irradiate the dead
dreams and black aspirations
of my despondent Africa.
I meticulously calculated
how many grams of granulated tolerance
would be sufficient to produce the tea of
peace,
In a quantity large enough to fill the cup
of all those troubled souls thriving in the war-
torn east.
I have carefully estimated
how many cubes of crystallized brotherly love
needs be added to sweeten the bitter tea of
this hate flavored world.
I know how many bails can empty the sea of
earth’s tears.
I have religiously counted
How many mustard seeds of faith
is essential to move mountains,
I know how much iota of doubt
can make Thomas believe.
Yea! With coffee-spoons
I have stirred the boat of fate,
paddling steadfastly upon life’s fiery
fountains,
rowing relentlessly down the lake of
drudgery:
Lo! I have turned her wheels towards the
making of a new history.
I know how many bails can empty the sea of
earth’s tears.
By: Soonest Nathaniel Scholes.
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