St. Peter

I lay at your steps awaiting salvation.
grant me that which i do not deserve.
The angels above cover those below
in mercy

My actions call for a rebirth
a change of pace
where do i belong
it is not here

My heart was created for centuries long passed
My spirit flows in from the future

What ties me here is the search for solace
To find the midpoint of my far stretching differences

This town is painted in so many colors
each street
each building
holds a passageway to worlds beyond our view
each doorway. window
a mirror we can choose to enter
do we decide to pull back the curtains and see where each path leads?

we will be explorers in to forgotten lands
let us travel
take step into each path and breathe in the fresh air
become ourselves.