The river and the dry land


The river and the dry land
Flush its might
For love beneath the tree

The birds surrender
their flight
With calm, they perch their legs
Right on the radiant tree

Their boots saddled with clay,
The wings filled with armor to
Shield from the rain

The two hearts, interiorly
At little pace, join hands with
The sweetest of magical embrace

The cries, filled the mountain
And the day shed a tear
That only true love could curtail

The briefest of all,
The greatest, history would write
Crested in the eyes,
all best born today

And I for one,
facing the multiple crowd
Witness the finest kiss
That man, would choose for love
in Heaven 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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3 Responses to The river and the dry land

  1. Awesome poem my brother! I want to re-blog it , i think many more will want to embrace it! Have a very blessed and beautiful day!


  2. Reblogged this on Where Words Daily Come Alive and commented:
    A poem that delighted me today by our brother Michael…very beautiful!


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