Rage’s engine roars
A machine that churns out death
While rotting out souls
Seems this is the favorite piece of equipment to operate anymore.
There are many fears
They will never be lonely
I can leave them be
It’s so hard, sometimes, to disentangle from my fears. They are so deeply interwoven into my life. Yet I’ve rooted out many over the years.
May you be freed from fear’s inertia. From its attempts to rob you of joy and wonder.
And may your Sunday recharge and invigorate you.
Birds break the silence
No cares for propriety
I hope your Friday night we lovely. Tis now time for slumber to dominate.
This quest I’m launching upon
Birds fly in the rain
After days of rain
The river’s running quite high
An eagle watching