The Rising of the Sun

As I step out
To awaken the giant
Soaked in its roar sleep
Buried in the midnight rays
With its belly lying flat
on the mountains

With the beating
Of my “shekere”
Sounding rhythmically
In its golden ears
The play of
Silent warmth

My heart gladdens
As it step
Its feet out of bed
To fly its
Winged cloth
In the face of the sky
With its odorous face
Shining brightly
From the east

With its beauty
Spread across the world
It fumes the earth
Set at its feet
With its radiance
Flying across the
Heart of the homes
Of the Little creatures

(Shekere is a musical instrument from west africa consisting of a dried gourd with beads woven into a net covering the gourd- wikipedia)



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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