Best Saint Peter Poems

Can you imagine being eighty-one years old
When I was a young'un, thought my body would be cold
Resting in peace
Breathing ceased
Anxiously awaiting for St. Peter to cajole...

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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)...

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