Saint Peter Waits ...

August 18, 2023

Light

bids me welcome

darkness retreats

Alas

poor death

thou must be alone

His gate

reopens

before yours has locked

The harp

of an Angel

— calling me home

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)

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