The world is in pain,
It burns fire,
As bombs fall,
As the ground breaks open in despair,
There is so much pain,
This is the Apocalypse,
It has happened before
It shall happen again,
Great changes are here,
Are coming,
The question is what we
The people do next,
Do we fall, and freeze,
Or do we heed the call
The herald for changes,
The world is changing,
We are changing too.
Tag: changes
Claiming Space
The Peasant Sage
I walk in shoes I never thought I’d fit,
I am the peasant
I am to be the sage,
To preach of hope and light,
Not evangelize
or exorcize demons that my own words conjure,
Who I am becoming,
I have yet to
And cannot wait to meet her,
What words will she learn
To speak to the heart
To warm, to nurture, to comfort?
She of Letters 