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Like frozen wax
Lost in awe
Of a candle’s flame?
But you are
Unlike the wax consuming flame.
For in you, I am refined,
Not consumed!
Yet, like the wax,
My will is liquefied
And my wall is but molten stone,
As I stand before thee.
Oh goddess divine,
Stalk, crowned in petals,
Whose fragrance makes a sheep
Of the lion in me;
Cast your sunny gaze
At this son of Ife,
That his darkened heart
May know light again!
Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
