SYCAMORE by Ayodeji Oje | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

A single, mature Sycamore tree in a field by Dove Stone reservoir in the north of the Peak District national park, England. A bright day in late September.

SYCAMORE

Touch of white and blushing blue wears you,
yet you’re short of the touch of life.

Seas of men you’ve sailed,
yet you’re but a shadow from heaven’s plain.

To sycamore you’ve clung like a drowning man to a life boat,
yet Jesus’ cloak you’ve missed and missed.

Descend. Sinner, descend from your sycamore,
and let the ascending life embrace you.

BIO:
Ayodeji Oje is from Badagry Local Government, Lagos. His work, Africanus, is published by Eboquills. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.

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