Poem: Pilgrim

A fair pilgrim set off into the North
To a distant sacred place far from home
Where Saint Jude and his lost causes went forth
In the dark wilds he found himself alone
In those places where no good souls should roam

Poem: Holding Down Those Who Would Rise Up

From up high the world seems small
From here son Abel can see it all
Misdeeds washed away
In the valley of humanity

Down below bathed in deep shadows
Brother Cain calls out what he knows
Down here in dark
Is where man is made