My Past

Bring me back my past, dear God,
please don't let it fly away
into the heart of my future.

My fear is with my yesterday
when I was ignorant of my today
Marching on the seas that swept
my feet with empty cups and dried toes

Don't let me fall again
for the vanity of tomorrow.

Dear God, saviour of all,
I have sent Eneke-Nti-Oba
with the hatched eggs of sanctity
may it be invincible to the spider
of my past and the webs of my ignorance