Saint Peter Waits
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 1st Book Of Prayers: August, 2023)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2023
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