Beach Worshippers
Martins Iyoboyi
Angelic wings rend the air,
hands supplicating the heavens,
beyond, crests fall to shore
knitting soul and body bond.
Heavy laden with remorse,
hearts opposite house of apparel,
the children of sins,
by the beach come to worship.
While rams are let loose,
giving way to the messenger’s blood,
and evil eye gazes at redeeming doors,
this morn, this dawn of hope,
happy worshippers praise with joy.
