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
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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