Wingless Angel
Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky, call ravens to my soul.
August 30, 2026
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Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky, call ravens to my soul.
Earth trembles in rain soaked ground, yet the sea is calm, the old trees heavy with many winters. The peace I know no longer flitting
The sunlit path, orange-gold on the sea, one lone fisherman trolling the depths for the wisdom that might free you from the ancient snare. Prayer
After a deep ebb tide the sea slowly floods, covering the mystery with saltwater healing. My heart rests between rise and fall, the pain of
Into the wordless silence I spirit-walk the new day, bare feet to ground, eyes open in early light. Shaped and shriven by the quiet earth,