I’m getting into this whole poetry thing. I wrote this poem a few years ago after taking a tour of a Yoruba Art exhibition in Louisville Kentucky. I felt inspired. I hope this inspired your day.
Divination
Your round surface is worn from years of prophecy,
although the center is intact. Prepared to
celebrate the governing forces.
Carefully, the Yoruba ceremony begins with a
sacred interpretation. What will be revealed?
I pray.
Wisdom, guidance, consequences
or perhaps despair.
Watching the stones shift back and forth.
Shivering with fear and regret
I pray.
O, spirit of my ancestors and messenger
of the gods. Creator of land, earth and man
have mercy as your eyes look upon my soul.
Triplicity 