In praise of Divine love

There’s a God
and I’m the dust

The language of love
Spelt ages before
Blown into equals
Adam’s soul
in the night eden
Was chosen as one

The woman, ancient song
Spiritual being, gifted for
mortal fools

The beauty that flood eternal gate
spanning ancient rome
to the present world

Romantic seed that
never ceases, the light that
blossoms a thousand souls

O sing to the divine lord
And raise wine and royal sword
To the blessings and rain
That fruits each home

MO.

Image courtesy: beautiful.coolphotos.in

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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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