Bard's Fan, About those earrings, I made them a matching draw-string pouch and put them in my guitar case. Later that day, I thought, ... my first medicine bag. Then four days ago, I wrote this poem: Walking Whisper
As I stood on the bank of the river
Alone, I sent up my prayer,
That we would be brought together.
I knew that He would care.
As my thoughts drifted back to the badlands,
Darkness set in once again
Like a ribbon that needs to be banned.
I was left without a friend.
Making my way through the clutter
Raising a candle to my heart
I thought I heard angel's wings flutter
When he sang out his lonely part.
Where are you, my love, oh where are you?
In the santuary at last.
Dreaming again just like you do.
Just like characters in a cast.
His blessings give life and breath.
Gratitude sings in my soul.
Only once more I shall rest,
When heaven embraces my goal.
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