Each of us the Innkeeper
tending the lighted doorway entrance
to our hearts
Tasked with stoking the warming embers
to flame the parlor of forgiveness
Where curtains of past indiscretions
are pulled back to reveal the calm night sky
Into the folds of our formidable love
we grant room and rest to those
we decide are welcomed guests
We have stacked a banquet high
Heaping helpings to plate for all and any
feeling famished or fragile
I urge the Innkeepers
“Keep the light burning…
Someone IS coming”
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