I Fly to thy arms, O Mother

Oh! Loveliest heart
Bite my sins
With thy sorrowful lips

Let thy teeth
Soak deep into the
Heart of guilt

Oh! Sad Mother
Lift my heart
To the cage of ‘dark hearts’
Where wooden flute of mercy
Plays rhythmically to broken minds

Beat my clay
With thy bloody tears
Presenting me half-naked
To thy divine seed repair

Let my hands
Melt in thy flaring heart
For his face refuse not
Thy solemn breath

MO.

In Honor of the Blessed Mother of Christ.

Photo: ravenfoundation.org

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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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