Doorless Inn
Love is a doorless inn
with flowing live spring
for arid souls to drink
body and spirit heal.
Some guests leave
pain imprint
ego centered supreme
pride stampede
piercing feet and side
and hands with scars
that bleed.
Others in gratitude give
opening love branch inn
binding wounds
their preaching
poor and hungry feeding
clothing the naked
and sometimes
for justice sake
dying.
So much progress
has been made
To heal the body of ills
Only Jesus Christ
Can heal the soul of sins.
Copyright © Frances Schiavina | Year Posted 2020
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