When my soul meets thee


When my soul meets thee
I refuse no hugs
No kiss
No affections that melt
The skin
No flowers that delight
One’s gaze

I want to stare past
Your eyes, hold the rays
That silence of yesterday
And the thoughts of early rain

I want to greet each day
Flawless, painless
The kind that meets a widow
And the spouse in embrace

I want to hear the waking bird
remain me a joyless old poet
With my violin as my maid
I would plead God,
I have found thee, yet again


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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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