When We Cross the River.

If you are faced with life’s hurdles and struggles,

Choked by the life’s vicissitudes,

Know of a surety,

You won’t be forever

At the brink of this River called Life.

Truth be told,

A bed full of roses life never is

For roses wither with Life,

The scorching sun of time;

For their quantum of hurdles everyone shares.

While like Magi we transverse,

There, let this your skull hold,

“Nothing wears eternity”.

No, never will they.

All our life’s snag shall like pebbles give way,

And we shall sooner than we believe sing Victor’s song.

Then Joy our tears will wipe;

Our hope will come alive.

For dreams then substance will become,

After we have crossed the crooked rail,

To the side where darkness never exists.

Weepings and wailings? No more shall they be

And our heartaches shall disappear in a puff of smoke.

Evening and gloom have no seat there.

For our eyes the KING will see,

If we know and works towards the life after life.

©Pvoice, Victor Obadunke. 2020