Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Non-fiction, Personal, Poetry, Slam, Theology
Tagged altar, bugs, dogs, exercise, God, gravel, hike, ladybugs, Love, mountains, napowrimo, nature, Paganism, people, poetry, power, sun, trees, wood, worship
Seventh shuffle rounds the bend but I won’t stop,
Afraid to splay the cards on purple silk to see just what they might portend. It doesn’t matter anyway – I can tell you what they say without looking.
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Slam, Theology
Tagged Love, moon, napowrimo, poetry, pressure, stars, sun, Tarot