Weary Traveler

Welcome lone traveler, how far have you come,

Eyes of exhaustion, weathered to numb,

Shoes in a tatter, clothes full of earth,

Skin full of scars, flesh of raw dirt,

What travel has brought you, welcome lost soul,

Come rest in the warmth, bathe off the cold,

I one of not much, yet humble in life,

Your needs are now more, I share in our plight,

With two words he spoke, I shall never forget,

“Bless you” kind sir, last tear is for death

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Who Comes Here?

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Who knocks at my door, felt a presence divine, in the midst of the night, awoke by a sign, as fear settles in, I’ve been here before, curiosity met, who awaits I’m unsure,

The glow from outside as I move toward decision, awake or asleep what awaits my fruition,

Inclined to invite, the path is now open,
mind wanders silent, mistaken as focus,  thoughts toward promise, struggled through strife, paid forward dues, what could only be right,

Much to my wonder, behold it is I, the one you hold dearly, the one you prescribe, dealt toward a knee, gasping last breath, pride at my door, when nothing is left,

I wished for the world, only I could deserve, in vain I left conscience, gold as my word, who knocks at my door, this shadow of me, the truth left unknown, awake from my dream

Upon A Shadow

Bleeding hunger, pure desire,
Life of short, length expired –

Upon my palace, now at rest,
I search forgiveness, empty nest,

Once adorned, with pride of praise,
Left to rubble, maze of waste,

Forget me now, as if the night,
Through the surface, left to time,

When death shall place me, to me sleep,
I pray these words, shall shelter me,

If I lose, my soul to you,
My life was lost, my heart untrue,

Never falter, leave behind,
One thought, one moment,
breath of mine,

The door left open, walk to light,
The darkness falls, upon new life