Status — a poem regarding ‘Indian Status’ on Anthazia.com
Status Tax free tobacco at band store. But this is not the incense of our ancestors wafting peaceful prayers & contemplations of Creator. No.
Status Tax free tobacco at band store. But this is not the incense of our ancestors wafting peaceful prayers & contemplations of Creator. No.
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Many months we swayed over sand and scrub. The camels got ticks; our bodies got blisters. Twice, bandits robbed us of coin and food, but the treasure under our saddles was well hidden, destined for the One we sought.
Not many who knew Art Van Seters would have known that he wrote poetry, but few, I imagine, would be surprised.
Beyond Worship Some hours, Lord, I have inhaled Your fragrance sipped You like refreshing liquid gazed upon Your radiance listened to Your numinous singing felt […]