Sacrament of Penance

As I walk by a decorated shop
On my way to work
on an early saturday morning
Filled with different people of all ages

To my delight I see a young boy
Who has been skillfully trained
Who works with the
watch of his meek father

People of all ages
and different skin colors
Take their seats to be attended to
In turn and humbleness by this boy

He polished their shoes gently
Glittering with sparkles
Penetrating deep within their Soul
And liberating the shackles of untidiness

The joy of those that left
This distinct place
After adequate treatment
Left an indelible mark on my forehead

As they all went on with their busy day
Something different I observed
From their eyes as though
They were struck with wonders of peace

I ponder on heavily
With thoughts rambling deep within
On the refined action of the boy
on the different people that came
In with humility to be attended to
And there I see the hand of the father
In the skilled hands of the boy

And then I ask myself

What’s stopping people from being polished???

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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