Saint Peter Waits... Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

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)

Friday, August 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: august
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