The voice from the far stream

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The voice of the sheep
from the far stream

Wolves and beast
a comely friend to the feast

Their knuckles seek companionship
For their sight reach
for the lovely hills

No, their heart betray
What a goodness found
On their feet

They pluck flowers to
Honour the visit,
The sting is at the loose end
that sucked on innocent feelings

Dubious arrays found
on their golden tongue
With laugh stolen from the thieves

Moments later
They packed, with their breast
No tension filled
Bowed goodbye, to the
lords that see their doings

Yes, They left, wearing the garment
soaked with water from
the stream

MO.

Image courtesy: treklocations.com

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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 The voice from the far stream

  1. kph52013 says:

    Lovely ending: “Yes, They left, wearing the garment
    soaked with water from the stream.” Lots of meaning and rolls right off the tongue! Good work, Michael.

    Liked by 1 person

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