Sunday, 22 May 2016

My Aldos



These blue envelopes
have pressed against the plough,
walked the alleys of the Row
where death skids past men.

These soles
have accrued miles on end
Seeking those that are his
Just to tell them its not lost.

My aldos
They've tasted my tears 
as the Holy Spirit touched me.
They've become more than shoes.


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