More (or Team Effort) (poem)

One more's forced his glorious way in

To learn from Him, to wait

Wait to watch night's lamp burn out

Here where seeds yield flower with weed

Seeds turn trees.

 

Now,

Let's till till sunset

Our ardent souls much more could reap

God bless our comely hands.

 

- Adeshina

http://adeshinaolusanya.blogspot.com

 

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