Kiss From Heaven

With his unblemished hands
Parting the waves of the cloud
As he stares his face
To the little faces on the plain

He blows his kiss
Soaked in the waters
Of the crowned sea
On the little children
Playing on the fields

Draining all in their head
Without flood on their feet
They swim in the tides of grace
That flowers their existence

With laughter ever blowing
the feet of the wind
From the happy children
Playing with snow and water
With doves decking
Happily on their heads

Their minds glow on
In praises of His name.

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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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