The Cathedral

The Cathedral

The cathedral stands there
On that spot
Like an invincible giant
Built with the sweat
Of many fleeced sheep;
Built on the day
The mighty Iroko
Was hewn down by the Whiteman

The fountain on its pulpit
Had been pouring out
A million and one secret sermons
Musical but unending.
Pouring out forever.

My people flock in
To meet him: the ‘Man of God’
Every Sunday to confess their sins
And celebrate Mass.

They eat the communion
And bathe in holy water.
After, they return home
To live life like
In the days of the great Iroko.

14 thoughts on “The Cathedral” by Idiong Divine (@Idiong_Divine)

  1. They eat communion and bathe in holy water…

    Nice line you’ve got there bro.

    1. @newnaija
      Thank you for the read and comment :)

      1. You are welcome boss

  2. Jo (@josephoguche)

    Beautiful allegory

    1. @joseph
      Nice comment. Thanks.

      1. @josephoguche I appreciate your comment. Thanks.

        1. @Hymar Your comment is appreciated. Thanks a lot.

  3. Yes, yes, yes, yes.
    The heck with western religion.

    Back to our roots is the way.

    Solid piece, sir.

    1. @sibbylwhyte Thanks my lady; the one that can’t not see an error. In deed it is suppose to be “has” Forgive me please.

  4. For some, the church is a cover…the worst people are amongst the faith-fullest* After dining with God, they carry on like there’s no God.
    Check; shouldn’t the had’ in stanza 2 be ‘has?
    Good one, Idiong. Well done. $ß

  5. One who had used a wood from the iroko might not find it easy to use any other wood, and when he does, he still craves the wood he had come to sincerely trust. Nice poem Mr Idong.

    1. @newreign In deed. Thanks.

  6. interesting piece here

    1. Interesting comment. Thanks. @innoalifa

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