Naked I came and Naked be gone

With your beautiful hands
You crafted me deep within
You call me forth
To dwell on the earth

I don’t know when my life began
And I wouldn’t know when it ends
One thing I demand from you
To see your face in the end

Why attach my life to earthly glories
Forgetting the supreme riches
Why lick the jar of fame
Forgetting where I came from

Would endure all sufferings
For the golden crown of the beyond
Would sing unending praise
In honor of your praises

Would bend my knees every minutes
In adoration of who hammered it
In perfect position
For the honor of his name

My pen would endlessly write
The perfect beauty
Of the beginning and the end
Of the rosy images

My God
Naked I came and Naked be gone
Let not thy presence depart


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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