i beg refreshment for my soul

I beg refreshment for my soul
When I lay to sleep

That your voice set me free
in the evening, eyes meet

Years bound me loose
in the morning
ice settle the stream

Palm, a new birth
With the sun arriving its lips

Earth and silent wind
Sweeping fast across the street

Flies gather more
To celebrate my retrieve

Heart listen
to the movement of drum beat

And in those heavenly moments
That taste of joy

My soul blend with thee

MO.

Image courtesy: jeffreyholton.blogspot.com

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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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