The spirit that searches the earth

The spirit that searches the earth
His hands upon the test
His breathe upon each search
In field, his trumpet is heard
In desert, legs often said

Where man thread
So, his back seems to
Rest

Truth on his belt
Happiness, his plight on
Righteous men

What do you seek?
Spirit not from earth
What message did your friends
ask for a share?

In dialogue and weakened words
I hear the matured one
From the long travelled gentleman

The love in the heart
Hidden in the scourge of
Innocence

MO.

Image courtesy: turnbacktogod.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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