|Reviews for Fare Well To All We Knew|
| Woedin chapter 1 . 4/27
Yet again, so crushingly poignant are your poems, my friend. Oh what a sorrowful picture it is that man has painted in rusted wasteland, and red. I once pondered where the Ark was for the very few that are left? Until I thought to look down, and I realize we're all standing on it! ~Do keep writing, so more might hear~
I offer up this humble prayer, for every soul on this earth.
We should treat all creation as if it held for us some worth,
That this trial and tribulation teaches us more how to care.
And if we lose our way again, we remember God is there.