14 January 2017

11 January 2017

prayers

Until you can see
again, I'll write poems
you can't read that
are really prayers because
even though you don't
believe anymore,
I still do.

06 January 2017

to the wounded one

How are you doing,
wounded Brother Wolf?
Praying you have found
a cave to rest in
curled up surrounded
by warmth and peace of
some sort while you heal.