A Way To Heal-Quatern

He picked up his pen and began to write As the full moon gave its ambient light Days gone after dealing their brutal blow The tears and the words began to flow His anguish hidden in the cover of the night He picked up his pen and began to write At last the dam broken, a profound release In writing his sorrow , finding some peace Called to the owl as he aimlessly wandered The fate of generations he quietly pondered He picked up his pen and started to write And with the dawn his heart took flight He kissed their stones and let them go Someday beside them a rose might grow Hoping tomorrow may again bring delight He took up his pen and began to write. note...in some Native American culture the owl is a symbol of death 4/21/14