Sojourner's Cerebrations

just another sojourner... these feet are not my own, these hands are merely just on loan, they were made to be used and make love known, a fruit of a seed once long ago sown... and though the sojourner carries on as the wind is blown, she knows that she's never ever ever alone.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007




















Tree, gather up my thoughts
like the clouds in your branches.
Draw up my soul
like the waters in your root.

by Daniel Beaudry

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