The mighty wind has blown from somewhere
threatening a concrete foundation to shatter
what a thunderous splash too clear
that would boost our beings latter.

Surely our span is seventy
So maintains the psalmist
The strong lives for eighty
Our life passing in a swift

Lonely; man came through birth
In a full strife he lives his life
Lonely; he so soon passes through death
His remembrance leaves hearts in grief.

Purity of heart! A joy for the righteous
Uncontaminated by the world of sin
for holding God’s law so serious
At last the saint’s trophy to win

Goodbye! My people of faith
Asleep in Jesus! People’s most cherished
Adieu! We shall never part again when we meet

At God’s blessed bosom we’re forever nourished.


(Dedicated to my beloved Father, Late Mr. Cornelius Chukwudum Ezeomedo, who has been sleeping in the Lord since 23rd August 1990)

About Author /

Ugonna Johnbosco Ezeomedo (ojombo) is a philosopher, poet, educationist, web developer and social & political analyst. He lives in Awka – Nigeria. He loves working with computer and other creative works.

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