Lent Poetry: Calling
the shift in energy the tilt of the dial spirits come and go but always remind me that I am Priest The Universe always tells me with a text from a friend or the cawing of a Crow I am Priest I am always Priest
the shift in energy the tilt of the dial spirits come and go but always remind me that I am Priest The Universe always tells me with a text from a friend or the cawing of a Crow I am Priest I am always Priest
“You humans are very strange creatures,” She said as She sat down. I took a sip of my cocoa. “I can’t argue with You about that. We tend to do a lot of weird stuff to each other and to our planet. We are stubborn, willful, quick to anger, but then we can be full […]