Monday, August 18, 2014

An Oracle

Some prayers are answered
On your knees
In quiet thoughts
And hearts that know

And some are answered
Near old trees
That guard some secrets
Of the world

I watched a mother
Squirrel go foraging
Beneath a
Large red fir

Her body thin and
Full of living milk
She looked at me and
Then called out a song

I then remembered
That I knew
The answer
All along

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