The Last day

Life cloak my old age
like Noah’s son in the cave

on death, ashes became
my friend

Before the world’s eyes
I stand a trial

greeks, romans
all stoop to witness

A fine line, was drawn
eyes could count the distance

I stand a lone man, packed through
a narrow gate

My fate was placed in deeds done
since, I saw light in
the wilderness

Voices summon in the long hall
Far enough
I could sense their music
and soft galore

Love, was the flame
I pass through, as of the
golden gate

My heart bled, in the middle
and once fell
the broken bridge
saw light in the pass through

MO.

Image courtesy: anngiordano.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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3 Responses to The Last day

  1. Pingback: The Last day | Christians Anonymous

  2. Wonderfully written my brother! God bless!

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