Wild Woman's pet raven is looking at her
through her pince-nez.
Sp(b)eaking in her gravelly voice.
she croaks,
through her pince-nez.
Sp(b)eaking in her gravelly voice.
she croaks,
"My dear tired friend,
do try to stop
pushing the river.
Surrender
to the water's flow,
and soon you may find yourself
floating
in a little pool of grace."
Day 24
I need to take the raven's advice.
ReplyDeleteA wise raven there Sherry. How are you my dear?
ReplyDeleteSo cute, your pet raven. This poem is delightful, prayerful, beautiful.
ReplyDelete:) charmingly enticing
ReplyDeleteThat's a beauty!
ReplyDeleteWe definitely have to go with the flow....we can't push the river even if we would like to!
ReplyDeleteah...we need to possess that ear to get that golden advice...may God bless our dearest Wild Woman..
ReplyDeleteI should take that advice, too ~
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