As the prophet wrote on a scroll, hiding in a cave
the wolf declared his words null and void.
The prophet sighed, picked up his pen
and wrote anyway, moving
his mind past the growls,
pouring, what he had
And every year the flowers still
bloom in the spring
and corn grows in the summer
in spite of the howling
of the storms.
In our day the blogger still
posts, shares what he’s been given
in spite of the voice
in the darkness
the voice that says
“You will never succeed.”
And to this day the scrolls of the prophet
are still read in the temple.
Keep writing –
the wolf speak.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”