Queen of Peace

Queen of peace
Infant soul leap to thee
Embrace with thy
Robe and fragrance spew

Traveller’s mind cold
in the distance sea
Burn in the night
oil flame with misery

Clothe the palms
With heavenly writ
Blow innocence
into the elderly skin

Teach the spirit songs
earth would live and breathe
Birds would sink in joy
Dead with disbelief

Allow heart heal and wounded
Soft and clean

Beg solace from the wind
That naked with garment soak
with rest and peace

Hear the count of beads
That raise head with
uproar stream

Speak and let the gentle tears
Be still

Dance with the grief
The hills beg with me

Tell the mind buried
There’s hope in the sun
That rise in chains
Asking to be set free

Allow I ask
That I die in your arms
Knowing I’ll live
To tell of your beauty
That saved me

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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