a poem from Archangel Michael
Month: January 2017
7 Council Fires, 3 Ex-Lovers, & 1 Teepee
The Lord alone is holy and to be worshiped.
A Day That Is Not
The sun is up. I know this from the illuminated window shade. Loud engines of old vehicles shake me with their message of unknown people pursuing unknown daily agendas. I am restless in bed -- more evidence that the night is giving way. All surroundings indicate the arrival of a day... yet no day emerges. … Continue reading A Day That Is Not