Do not Be consumed by these things

The Plants are green
The rain has soaked
The work of our hands
With bountiful wealth to enjoy

Skycrapers and golden marbles
Should not be built within
As a vessel to paddle
The train to the beyond

For this is a flag of unfaithfulness
Mounted on the tower
Of the blessings
Bestowed on his being

A clear Sign of danger
Is seen flying
Across the screen
Of the soul
Rolling in this path
declaring a damage
Of the bridge with the divine

The brakes fails
Speedily heading
Into the hollow pit
If the bank of graces
Is but not refilled

For what shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world and lose his soul.

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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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