Imperfect Prose: Come, Home

Come, mend

Come, Mender

speak comfort to the broken

hearted, hardly hearing truth

affirm the damned, lies

become gospel.

Come, Gospel.

Come, Promise

strength to the weak

willed, willing as we are

not competent, accusation

becomes repentance.

Come, penitent.

Come, Home

cover our exposed

selves, selfs gathered seeking 

squandered consolation, humility

becomes compassion.

Come, passion.

Come, perfect Three

come, union

unity.

*Thank you again to my dear poet-friend Brett for inspiring me with his unique brand of genius and for letting me riff off his beloved words.*

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