Souls by the riverside

Souls by the riverside
They bring love
Their skins shed light

In the darkness of their
Wimpful search

Mercy abounds, their heart could
Sense the gentle arms

Life sprouts, in the shade
of the giant cloud

images’ splash their
Feet round

Their voices filled the sky
With dance, and scattered cry

The power of the light
And the spirit that hove
the water inside

Brings death to shame
and misery

Mockery to the serpent
And its fiery allies

loosen Hades and
The chains that kept its
Fright

birthen the first guest
Of eternal sight
By the riverside, all in
One Life

MO.

Images courtesy: Paul774.deviantart.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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