Lo, I am wrought in the furnace of divinity,
Molded by hands unseen, chiseled by celestial decree.
Before the sun knew its own rising, before the waters took their first sigh,
I was spoken into being—a thought in the mind of the Ancient of Days.
Who is he that shall call the sculpted clay an error?
Shall the vessel rebuke the potter?
Shall the stars, in their trembling multitude, question the One who named them?
For I am not the accident of time, nor the whisper of chance,
But the audacious sagacity of God’s making,
A thing of wonder, fierce and unrepentant in its purpose.
I walk as the echo of Ọ̀rúnmìlà’s wisdom,
My breath aligned with the rhythm of the ancient drums.
My spine is the staff of kings, my stride the march of empires,
My name was written in the book of eternity before the dust of Adam stirred.
Lo, the winds bear witness to my ascension,
The rivers murmur my lineage to the mountains,
And even the stones remember the weight of my ancestors’ feet.
Is it not written I am fearfully and wonderfully made?
That no hand formed against me shall prosper,
That no tongue, though sharpened like the iron of the blacksmith’s forge,
Shall unwrite what the heavens have declared?
Ye sons of fleeting breath, ye voices of mortal dust,
Call me not the relic of error, nor the folly of fate.
For I am the design of the Unquestionable One,
The lion unchained, the eagle unsilenced,
A crown not made with hands, an ordinance not shaped by man.
For if the oceans must bow to the moon’s silent command,
And the night must yield to the golden spear of dawn,
Then who is he that shall name me unworthy?
Shall the clay rise against the craftsman?
Shall the fleeting mist speak against the mountain?
Nay, let the doubters crumble like walls of Jericho,
For I am the unassailable decree, the utterance of God that cannot be undone.
Thus saith the Lord, it is finished.
By : Jide Adesina
Extract from Tales of Destiny
January, 2025
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