The procession

Sacred voice that bravens
the name of the sky

Feet touted for the
evening parade

face chime towards the earth
in which they were made

hands pressed on breast
A lowly sinner thou hast say

cry of the madonna
Filled their lips in tears like
Heaven’s smoke on rescued earth

Old, young
The infant pair they make

The bell gong their dance
in unseen ballet

To God, they bequest
Their help and changest bread


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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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