12 January | Sacred Readings v1

IV. THE SACRIFICE OF MÓRIMI.

“Okpéllè,
To you the woe of Mórimi is known;
You only can reveal its secret cause,
Its unknown cure!” Then he laid down the charm
And Óffun Kánran stood before them. The face
Of Ífa’s priest was troubled, and he said:
“Mórimi, this is the message of my lord
Ífa: a son, nay many sons, you long for.
You have a daughter, and your… Continue reading

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11 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

No day’s brief work have you undone,
But all my heart has longed for through a life
Of labour. So let it be: God of Soft Iron!
Upon your royal brow descends this day
The crown of a diminished chieftaincy,
With the sweet honours of a king in name—
For I go back to Old Arámfè’s hills
And the calm realm you prate… Continue reading

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10 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

But neither Ógun
Nor the soft voices of the night could loose
Odúwa from the thrall of envy: the rule
Of men and empire were of no account
When the hot thought of Old Arámfè’s lore
Roused his black ire anew. The bag he held;
But all the faithless years had not revealed
Its promised treasures. Bitterly he answered:

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09 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

Tis said the anger of the Gods
Endured two hundred years: we know the priest
Osányi made strange amulets for all
The mortal soldiers of the Gods—one charm
Could turn a spear aside, a second robbed
The wounding sword of all its sting, another
Made one so terrible that a full score
Must flee—but not one word of the great deeds,
Of hopes… Continue reading

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08 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

Dawn came; the storm
Was gone, and Old Arámfè in his grief
Departed on black clouds. But still the wrath,
But still the anger of his sons endured,
And in the dripping forests and the marshes
The rebel Gods fought on—while in the clouds
Afar Arámfè reasoned with himself:
“I spoke in thunders, and my deluge filled
The marshes that Ojúmu dried;—but still… Continue reading

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07 January | Sacred Readings v1

III. THE WAR OF THE GODS.

But when
The whirling clouds were wheeling in the sky
And the great trees were smitten by the wind,
Thundrous Arámfè in his ire rebuked
His erring sons: “At my command you came
To darkness, where the Evil of the Void—
Insentient Violence—had made its home,
To shape in the Abyss a World of joy
p. 30 And lead Creation in the ways… Continue reading

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