I just want to say that through listening, understanding, and accepting others for who they are, humanity has the ability to move mountains. Without these things we are left with fear, ignorance and spite. If we all treat others the way we want to be treated, and take the time to enjoy what we are blessed with, then we will suddenly see the world as a better place. Everyone gets stressed. Everyone gets in bad moods, but more often than not, people feel and react to what is going on around them. I'm tired of a decade of war, fear, and bad tempers. No one is better than me, and I am no better than anyone else. We were all CREATED equal...but depending on how we live our lives and what we contribute to others depends on our worth. Maybe you all don't care about anyone else, but I know my worth. Sometimes I may come up short, but I do my best to improve my world, even if it's giving a smile when it feels like a frown. I only ask that it be returned.
Is this making you angry? That is not my intent. Am I getting too preachy? I hope not. I've just had a really bad day, but in the end I have a lot to smile about...I'm forgetting all of the bad, and holding on to the good...my hope, and my love. I hope you will do the same.
A blog about characters, worlds and inspirations behind The Dark Angel books. I give insight, rant, rave and inform readers about my series and the inner workings of my mind.
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- K. L. Stewart
- K. L. Stewart's Dark Angels blog gives details into the characters, worlds, and inspirations related to all of the books in my Angels and Shadows series.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
A Sarkian Hope
Journey through the forest
under the boughs of snow covered trees
black and burning, all look the same
as snow and ash collide, battling for winter
I am blinded and carried away
by currents, water of melted ice
slipping by hunters and their prey
If the hunters keep the angels fighting
will they come for me, rescue me
as I get swept away from these things
this dream I hold to, this hope I cling to?
under the boughs of snow covered trees
black and burning, all look the same
as snow and ash collide, battling for winter
I am blinded and carried away
by currents, water of melted ice
slipping by hunters and their prey
If the hunters keep the angels fighting
will they come for me, rescue me
as I get swept away from these things
this dream I hold to, this hope I cling to?
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