BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Religions warned without faith
In a God, or countless Gods and Goddesses
Would mean an unfulfilling life.
Texts adorned with precious and humble ores
Wrapped in myrrh and olive oil
Filled up the spaces of doubt and restlessness.
Caution a meaningless life
Without something to believe in.
To have a purpose is a lifelong
Prescription to perfumes and cosmetic
Treatments.
Filled with spices like aloe and cassia
Represent resurrection,
Life bringing,
Purposes differ like fingerprints and snowflakes.
Not one is the exact same,
Only advice and blueprints will guide
But there is no such thing as a solid solution.
The meaning of life is unique to each one’s journey.
No need to brag, or put down,
Trading places is more common like
The fields of dandelions
Taking over the vast plains,
A river that breaks into streams
But eventually meet the mighty ocean
Of life
The same way.
