At thy Feet in Heaven

If I finally see you whom I yearn
I humbly beseech
to lay low at your feet
And drunk meself in the well of Poetry

Let me soar high
Beside your gentle touch
And make my soul writes
sweet melodies for your delight

Allow thy servant
To have here beside, his tools
To write on the clouds
For the whole world to swell

Make my fingers brew hard
For the taste of your angels
And the cheery heart of your saints
Especially the Virgin Lady

This is what my heart longs
In humility at your Feet in Heaven


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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