Death, Where is thy Mercy!

Death
Where is thy mercy
You beat us hard enough
Tearing our garments tattered in the rain

Thy pluck our eyes
To shed tears with
Asking us where
Our father has gone to be

Thy taught us
To count our woes
Heartily in the sugar of dreams
Covering our feet with
The footsteps of wimp

Thy float our fingers
With thy reaching feel
Parting our lips
With words of good reach

Death
Where is thy mercy
I seek that part
To cover my misery

MO.

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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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2 Responses to Death, Where is thy Mercy!

  1. I love this: Thy float our fingers
    With thy reaching feel
    Parting our lips
    With words of good reach
    Nicely done.
    http://www.awordofsubstance.wordpress.com

    Like

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