Oh Purgatory

Oh! purgatory
The friendly flame
That tears the horrid skin
Soaked in bluish green

Hasten by the wick
Of the prayers of the night
Singing to cure the disease
That brightens with the black cloud

Thy eyes deprive the saintly eyes
With folding bind to see the light
With longing arms tied to the
The iron bar at the bottom
Of the piercing cold

Release the chains
That sends the heart in burdened shame
With heads bend low in mid-day sun
To sing praises to God on high
With the radiance that blossoms
With the winter’s day

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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