Sunday Sonnet

XXIV Hoah Time about the House betakes him slow Seeking an entry for his weariness. And in that dreadful company distress And the sad night with silent footsteps go. On my poor fire the brands are scarce aglow And in the woods without what memories press Where, waning in the trees from less to less … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet

The nations shall be healed.

In the next era, the nations will be healed. All of them. The genocided. The survivors of the Holdamor. The Turks. The Russians. I am less sure about empires, for the Assyrian people are still there, but the Assyrian empire is not. But within each people it is a different story. Those who oppress, those … Continue reading The nations shall be healed.