Wayward Journeys (new poem)
Wayward Journeys
by Tim Kavi
in the wild woods
of Wyeastern winds
I saw the bearded
prophets rise
I asked them questions
about what futures
would arise
they rubbed their beards
they had no answers
there were no easy answers
just pleading eyes
from my beseeching heart
You must never give up
one of them said
My heart is broken for the lost
another one said
yet there is a way
I didn't say it, one said
the wellspring of hope
and transcendent glories
of the human heart does.
We can do it!
