I will see you all in the end!!!

I want to touch every corner
Of the sphere of the round globe
But time would not permit
The trail of my ride

I wish to touch all the
Skins of the hand
But the pocket can’t
Move every pace

With its limitation and boundaries
Not shaken with a dust
For I know a better place
Where we would all meet
Above the skies where all
Can blend perfectly without borders

I long for that time
Where all would assemble
In one room
And no confinement
Would ascribe our movement
And I can fly around meeting
Everyone with smiles on our face

I wait in great anticipation
For that moment
That very moment
Where the origin,language and tribe would not be a difference
For we all would hearken
In our voice and with one love

Would you be there?
Would you be in that one family?


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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