The Visiting Place…

An image of the heavens,

the wind of angel wings blow

across golden pavement on

an endless road, no place to

go when the lost search for

God.

The road runs through a crowded

place filled with souls, none had

a face; a loving mercy on angelic

winds went swiftly by; somewhere

in the distance a compassionate

cry.

In this place lives loneliness and

shame, far from the gates of Heaven,

a place where even the angels look

away, a visiting place; no one who

passes through wants to stay.

 

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