Who (poetry)

Who parks at my gate
Love rusted and weary
The demand for redemption
Hand emptied

Where is the offering
For a foundation of truth
Even the storms have freewill

John rests his case
Along pillows of worry
Beyond rescue
Where heaven is blurry

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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