Welcome me,
with your arms
embrace me,
and with your golden
dressings
impress me.
Send out your dove,
from an alabaster sun,
to meet me
and show me
your gilded throne.
Where you
will keep us,
your anxious guests,
waiting
for all time.
**Yet another new poem.
This is the image I was remembering when I wrote this.
Very many of my poems have somewhat of a religious underlying. I've had a difficult time in my life accepting the validity of any specific view of faith. I have issues with things that people do because of their faith and I try to express this in some of my poetry.
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