Far from home

Far from my home I stray
From the heart of the garden laid
I part the streams that govern
The fields in the layers green

I depart the flock
Lying in the gentle forest
Seeking muddy yet painful grain

With bleeding feet I wail
Singing happy song of sad end tale
The times of hardship beating drums
In the inner ears of my mournful shade

I call the heart of the distant shepherd
With endless call I seek his face
Praying stars and days
When his rod would lead me to
The heavenly gate

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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