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How My Void Takes Form

My tongue unbraids within my mouth,
Slips through the pages of the Scripture
& pauses where it says: 
And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon
the face of the deep.
Searches till my weary eyes find intoxication in the spirit [& life]
behind these compelling letters:
And God said, Let the earth bring forth the living creature after his kind,…
& Scripture responds to me with uncensored conviction:
…and it was so.
Tells me to decree a thing and it shall be established unto me,
Reminds me to behold He will do a new thing and now it shall spring forth.

I crouch down; lay my burden bare like a naked naïve child
about to bathe in the open,
Lean on the altar of my broken heart,
Measure the vanity of this void that taunts my soul,
Remember how David challenged that giant of Philistine,
Kit my tongue with the name above all names,
& call the me that is not into being:
Let there be me!
Let there be me!

A sprouting physician and writer, Adesina Ajala, desires to grow roots in the loam of the pen and the stethoscope. He does not know how he would fare, but he believes in journeying, in chances, possibilities and the divine. His works have found home in Writers Space Africa, EBOquills, Libretto, Featiler Rays, Brave Voices Poetry Journal and elsewhere. He was shortlisted for the 2018 League Of Wordsmiths contest in the flash fiction/short story category, and was the co-winner of the first place of 2018 TSWF Writers Prize. 


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