Sickness and Death

Sickness, Death
is a multiple blessing
They hurt the body
But they awaken the mind
in a way none other can
For the listening ears
in the mid of the blowing pipe

They take one through
Several lanes of mortality
With different stops
of familiar faces
Near, far
Few, many
Depending on how fast
one can walk

It treats the act of remembrance
Knocking kindly on one’s skin
As earthen
Humbling man lowly
Embracing all as family
Telling time is sacred
Winning hearts in the journey

Sickness, Death
is a multiple blessing
Telling man
Is once a pilgrim

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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