Who would have proclaimed
him lost, he who’s always there
Who would have searched with
a heart filled with distress, he who’s with listening ears
That he would not fill your soul
with tears, everything is a burden
to bear
Having not, our love is enamoured
with fear
A lack of interest, is strangely
error and equal carouse with dirt
Thankful, the temple is erected
on three wounded stairs
Seek and you would find
him there
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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