Catholic Poet
Each heartbeat is a song, sung to God
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Coming home
When coming home
a closed door means nothing.
You have the key.
Inside warmth and light,
welcoming arms,
bread to give strength,
a cup to take away thirst.
Come, be at your ease,
surrounded by family.
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Richard Collins
January 14, 2011 at 4:37 AM
Great blog, thank you.
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Great blog, thank you.
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