Whispering Wyrd
The Healing Web
Category: Poetry
-
I walk among you, old sacred Earth,and you breath ancient stories into my bones.The wind isn’t empty air, it is your voice,whispering truths we humans have forgotten. Even the stones here hum if you listen long enough.The ravens don’t just “call”, they speak!And the desert isn’t empty, it’s full of life and memory. The Earth…
-
For so long I drifted in a darkness deeper than any seaDespair stuck to me like a cold chill, whispering that I would never be free.Hope, then a fragile ember, had dimmed to ash,and ancient demons, hungry mouthed and hollow eyed,fed on the marrow of my spirit. Then the mountains called.We came to this high…
-
I step outside every night before bed and I see the stars above the mountains. Their light shimmers in the sky watching over all below. I always make time for the moon, as she has comforted me throughout my life. Her soft light is soothing, a gentle reminder of how good it is to be alive. The mountains are still there, though…
Whispering Wyrd 