Gabriel Calls

My heart belongs to providence,
   as I walk that final mile

My footsteps bought and paid for,
   when I clear the last denial

My faith is bold and steadfast,
   a new rain begins to fall

Through the fog a horn is blowing
   the gate open—Gabriel calls

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
     From 'The Book Of Prayers'
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Gauthier Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 9:18 AM
Awesome, Kurt. A definite FAVE for me.
Behm Avatar
February 21, 2019 at 10:06 AM
Honored, thanks!
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