Skywalker Storyteller Works

The story poem continues.

The story poem continues.

And so this history poem continues.

Now we begin a new series, my poem illustrated by my husband.

I wrote these poems three or four years ago. I never thought how much they would reflect the daily experience of many in these days.

Maybe if we all would remember this fact, the world would be happier.

Yet, we so often have to resist fearing this natural flow.

This is the paradox of life, from the moment we’re born we have only one inevitable end. If you think this material world is all that exists.

Reflective questions these special times of the year.