forget me not in thy bosom

Forget me not
in thy bosom of care

Where I would separate
with worldly woes and fear

Death beneath my feet in quench
Breast proclaim life that see clear

Save heart a dream that made bare
Cast on a sea with waves of tears

Bitter memories gone, with no reflect
Hanging a bin in grave’s chest

Valleys stood high in Heaven’s genuflect
I kiss the feet that made men

Innocence returned on a carriage
filled with angels

I filled my veins with blood
That springs near
in a fount golden with
ice and mint pearls

Sleep sound a horn of blessing
That never ends

My heart praise
With birds that drew near
Hands warmth in soft prepare
Soaring high in mid air

I lay in grass fold with mercy
Amidst the eyes of ancient men
My heart meditate how love
Would always be my true friend

MO.

Image courtesy: politicalquarterly.org.uk

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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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