Peter's story

A fishermen's tale in a book we dress
in a carpet of dreams.
Nine angels streaming over the hall
Who drink the silver cup of loyalty.

Songs lift the walls. That lonely traveller
In a pew. Silent and forlorn.

Families running verses through their fingers.
So we cast with a pebble Life's ripples on a pond.
Pick a star out of my pocket.
Such an old door, confetti on the floor.
Fairytales of dusty promises we made.

Look at the candlestick so forlorn;
With seeds of judgement, peg a page to
Our hearts. Walk in two by two, an olive branch
So many souls lost.

Let fly with the wings of life. Painted skin
Many a fold. Such is love,
so pure in sunlight one's rose of beauty
embers In a picture frame on the sideboard.

Leadership arrives with four seasons;
Nails so deep; the burden of so many
Whose table is laden.
We give with gifts and Shove them a drawer
such lies flame our sins.

A suitcase in Sunday best, for who shall
trespass into the wilderness? Be diligent
as the dam may falter
with spirit; we rise above to walk
 in the Lord's footsteps

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