transversing across two paths in a wood
I see Mr. Frost and his peace, keeping in time with virtue
Forging a gallery of my own
I draw a circle in the sand
place me in the middle
watching the world
I summon God and her wisdom
To find my demons
have come instead
Wolf and Raven, craving my attention
I place my hand
empty out to them
as a seed manifests
I watch as it grows into wheat
the Wolf howls, the Raven says
Nevermore
as the wheat matures
I am left with my hand full of life
I present to the Wolf and Raven
who eat the grain and retreat
I am alone once again
I thought I was an atheist but
I am God.
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Jazzy
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Head of the Jazzy Writers Association (JWA) in partnership with the Vocal HWA chapter.
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