And So, Many Souls Poem by Adeosun Olamide

He shunned, all that seem so harmful,
and took that could, all, that seem so healthful
and to those he came, he much was peaceful
but yet, he met so, only the hurtful and dreadful.

Though, the day's not beautiful
and though, his harvest, not bountiful
he never so was awful,
he only remained more prayerful.

Although most had thought, God unfaithful,
but a moment not, of God's was he doubtful,
and a moment not, of God, was he unmindful,
but soon, the unwinding made him more thoughtful.

So he thought perhaps he's sinful,
and though he much so, was careful,
he knew God had a virtuous, distasteful,
and may have found his requests, slothful.

So no more, were his prayers gainful
and so much, were his devotion; grateful
and though God knew, he was needful,
but he lied, when he for misery, was grateful.

And soon, he knew he had been deceitful,
for though, the days not beautiful
and most that came his way, doleful,
he never was awful, but so was grateful.

and soon of God, he was fearful,
yet all that came did seem frightful,
and though to God, he remained heedful
but seemed, God already found him distrustful.

And so, many souls, a wasteful.