Heaven knock on the gate of men


Heaven knock on the
gate of men

They covered their face
With rough clothes
and wounded lips

Shrunken by the rain
Thundered by the sunny hills

Poor! Poor!
They praise, as their mind
Find eyes to see
Their breath, a time
That yearn to live

They would multiply some loaves
If one is found a
two stroke of fish

They rode, like water among
Glassy ridge

You could see the sands
Like roses on their heels

Cry out more, for the world
Listen to loud feelings

Find the light, that drops
With the falling wind


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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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2 Responses to Heaven knock on the gate of men

  1. kph52013 says:

    Michael, I really liked this poem! I have a blog post about Knocking on Heaven’s Door, too.
    http://aworldontheedge.com/2013/08/28/knocking-on-heavens-door/ If I’m reading it right, I think the blog fits the poem.

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    • Thank you! The post is a wonderful read. It fits in squarely! Trust in God would win out in the end, and it would serve as a pleasant ride beyond the blue sea, regardless of fiery the times may be. Thanks again for your comment and for sharing your great gift.


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