I Bid You Well

In this decayed hole among the mountains
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home
it has no windows, and the door swings
dry bones can harm no one – T.S. Eliot The Waste Land and Other Poems

I’m not spooked by such an ominous note in the depths of winter, for I don’t shadow omens. I’m all about accordance with fellow beings even if you don’t bode well in unpromising times…keep moving you will arrive at a better place.

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