Obama Morning Poem by mark nwagwu

Often seated in quiet love in chapel
your prevailing presence cause for splendour
had gazed on you in total wonder
wanting only to be close to you

On this morning, this Obama morning
I contemplate you and see your works
how you do your things impossible and all
I gazed on you my mind mountainous

How cold I’ve been my love in question
then I got hot and we were close
you in me and me in you.
But not quite.

Seeking immersion I prayed for searing
completely molten dissolved into you.
Yes we can
on this Obama morning