Between Zürich, Switzerland and London, England, Deji Dipeolu writes essays and poetry about life, business and art.

22 verses

 

If I wrote a letter to my future wife today, what would it say?

Surely i couldn’t talk about her physical beauty

I don’t know that she is physically beautiful (though, come on, she is)

I couldn’t tell her that i miss her touch, I don’t know her touch

But i can imagine,

I imagine her touch is celestial

She is sent to me from heaven

So i’ll tell her i can’t wait to be touched by an angel

I will tell her how 22 verses in the 31st chapter of the 20th book of Heaven’s lyrical legend

Were written about her, specifically

So now, I’m pro-verbs, but even more excited about adjectives that describe her as “noble, vigorous, strong, profitable”

I’ll tell her that she is my proof that God exists

She is the evidence, yet unseen

The embodiment of my faith

 

I already speak her name daily

Because to cross her name with my lips in utterance is praise

It can be none but

For she is the fulfilment of a divine promise

The continuation of a work began at my birth and

The beginning of many works that will carry on long after i return to dirt

 

She is the Father’s legacy, the Son’s sacrifice and the Spirit’s companionship

She is my prayer as I am hers

The fertile ground for the cultivation of my seed

My help-meet, helping me meet the demands of the commandment to multiply, replenish

She is God’s love revealed to me in flesh

My interdependent helper, humble as she is wise

 

I would write her 22 verses, one by one, day by day

And hope they find her well, wherever she is

As i wait in joyous anticipation of that glorious day.

 

The lie

about a nubian queen