There’s Welcome

There’s welcome waits within these walls,
With fires, drinks to warm and soothe;
To brush the snow from off your mind
And gentle hands your hair to smooth

There’s welcome waits the traveller:
The greeting eyes that shine the worth
Of seekers of the promised gift –
That’s joy to all,
And peace

On earth

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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