Pray For Us

The day starts, and then the day ends, days get swept onto the porch of yesterday’s stream. And if I’m lucky or blessed, I can breath in the air of tomorrow. The different entities, and forgien energies forming waves, coming in our direction rapidly. Voice; the sweet vergbage we can pass onto each other is beauty. What grows from what we say or do?


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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