Times of Refreshment

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Sheep and it’s milk
Seek a rest, for the night
is bent on its knees

The birds of the hill
The nail in her flight
Seek a pain, that would silent be

The dead speak, hungry
For the book written for thee

The servant tills, bringing fruits
In the sun’s haste
That stands as healing and
For a time never seen

MO.

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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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