A Stray's Plea Poem by Israel Ebiti

The fronds rattle their blades as the wind strolls leisurely by.I shelter in the shades where naught but hope lie.My feet taste the sweetness of service bound handsfrom treading paths of darkness in strange and distant lands.My thirst is quenched, my body cleansed, my bowels were moved for this; my body then oiled and scented with myrrh only for kings.'i love you'words that pierced my soul bringing me to my knees'take me back.i'm sorry Lord, please accept my pleas'.