Holy Dread (a poem)

the wise man mutters a prayer

flails his arms in the air

tells me i should not care

about the material world

he swirls in a trance

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Valley of Shadows (a poem)

He traversed the valley for days

seeking the ancient one who’d provide

nourishment to his ailing soul

words from a holy mouth that

would unlock secrets of his inner-being –

sloshing through thick mud, the traveler perceives him

through the fog –

the figure of the ancient man

glowing, golden in the valley of shadows.

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