God is passing this night

God is passing, below this night
eyes behold its eternal mind
Not as light that gave earth
Its birth
Not as shining star that leads
Wisdom in might

No, no

As pain inscribed with words
of early man

Not as Heart crowned
with royal perch
Not as holiness reborn
in temple of rest

No, no

As tears given to ground
Deaf with listening arms

Not as silence that fills
Man’s emptiness
Not as prayers answered
in everyday cry

No, no

As slave locked in bar of sands
Pushing eyes for the sun to rise

MO.

Image courtesy: rubikonadventures.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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