Gabriel Calls

My heart belongs to providence,

   as I walk that final mile

 

My footsteps bought and paid for,

   when I clear the last denial

 

My faith is bold and steadfast,

   a new rain begins to fall

 

Through the fog a horn is blowing

   the gate open—Gabriel calls

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

        From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

 

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