John de baptist


I hear the voice
John de baptist in the
Desert filled with locust

I lived then, lived now
In man’s baggage and bones

The wounded cry, a drink for the
Voluptuous soul

The loosen lips, Wisdom for the
Bright and out of control

You’d say a preacher that
Love has found no fool
Greed, without a cloth
Heart with no earthly prose

Repent ye, be sorrow filled
For the kingdom of the world
Is fast on its knees


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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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