Darkness
Please show us the light.
I feel far removed from my distant ancestors who first set foot on this wild continent while following the herd across an ice sheet, or while fleeing the heavy hand of a merciless monarch. What, if anything, does it all mean now, as I struggle to plow the rough fields of my being into the fertile soil called soulfulness? There are many places where the beasts yet roam and the powerful play with us like pawns and puppets, oblivious to the darkness now driving everyone deeper into the pain of forgetting our inherent joy of being.
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- Jonah · May 15‹ LouThe Satchel ›