To Forgiveness

Weary travellor come!
Rest your burden here,
let down your weighty pack
within these walls.
Long you have wandered
an exile to this land.
I have heard many a whisper
that somewhere you had lost your way.

But not so, dear friend,
for the sadness in your eyes;
you have so long trekked
not because it was a destination you lacked
but a willing soul to take you in.
With every door locked
and drawbridge drawn against you,
all manner of sordid things clung
to your cloak, making less
an appealing visitor day by day,
so that even the good and kind
must take pause.

But here, one heart is laid open for you.
Its humble walls have seen too much,
too soiled by secrets to turn down
such a welcome face for his dirty cloak.
You must excuse its simplicity;
in design unadorned, nearly rude.
But it is warm and swept often,
and its floor hums a tune that hopes
you will stay for a while.