Request
I have heard of that hallowed Pearly Gate,
the one with the locks of jewel and gold.
They say that it is the cast of one's fate
whether they are received with warmth or cold.
I mutter, but then shout with prayer bold.
Dear One, I ask you please speak words hallow
to gently pull me in from the shadow.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2025
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