Testimony Akinkunmi is a Yoruba-born poet who understands what pain can paint and in this poem. He tries to show that pain is fleeting.
Your torment is the breaking of the shell that encases
Indeed, even as the stone of the organic product should break, that its
heart may remain in the sun, so should you know torment.
Furthermore, could you keep your heart in stand amazed at the
every day wonders of your life, your torment would not appear
less wondrous than your happiness;
What's more, you would acknowledge the periods of your heart,
indeed, even as you have consistently acknowledged the seasons that
ignore your fields.
The delicate hand of the Unseen in pain is a blessing in disguise
What more of your agony is self-picked.
It is the harsh elixir by which the doctor inside
you recuperates your debilitated self.
In this way trust the doctor, and drink his cure
peacefully and serenity:
For his hand, however hefty and hard, is guided by
the delicate hand of the Unseen,
What's more, the cup he brings, however it consume your lips, has
been formed of the mud which the Potter has
saturated with His own consecrated tears.
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