MY POEMS

MYSTERY OF HUMAN CIRCLE

“Of what use is beauty to those on earth?

Of what use is life if it’ll be succeeded by death?

What does knowledge worth to him that soon returns to dust?”

I asked myself with an intractable burst

Like a seed, semen is sown

And with God, a child is grown

When God says a man should stop to live

Men can do nothing but grieve

Man may think of how to get eternal bliss

It is as simple as this:

Firstly get divine salvation

And with His grace, you’ll forever escape damnation

© Frederick Odutola Jr.

November 28, 2005 (4:18)

NOTE

This poem is inspired by my present situation; I think I will soon die but if I do, that does not make God a failure. He’s always right. If I witness the joy that comes in the morning, God remains praised forever.

(PRAISE GOD, I MADE IT)