The Hawk

At this time ...

Shaken on the sidewalk,
soul floating like a lost hawk
high on fume and fairy tale
bewildered by the very scale.
Past glories seem small now;
Future victories, shallow.

At this time ...

Tired of feeling so lost.
Weary of the last post.
We will not die of death today.
We still have so much to say.
Lost hawks found home in the shade
I dug the weeds out with my spade.


The distance between the last line of the first verse, and the first line of the second, is only a day.
The distance between first lines of both verses, however, is more than a year.

The Light has broken through.

What happened?  Yesterday my teacher called and he said:  "I will pray for you."

Love and Light my Lovelies.