Who can stand thy Judgment


Who can stand thy judgment?

Not me! Not you!
Not entirety

For the sins of our compost
Is a burning flame, deserving none
Of its birthplace

Arise, the slain lamb
Of thy mercy

The martyr’s plea and
The virgins consecrated to thee

Calm the tides, the sand that sweep
Across the street

Tell the wind, we would
Be pardoned be

While the gentle morning
We’ll eternal see


Image courtesy: thecrackeddoor.com


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.
This entry was posted in Poems and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s