O, the sorrow of us all

Born amidst a long-term period of depression.

O, the sorrow of us all,

to wander the earth in a shell.

And looking to the heavens,

we lay to rest in hell.

The suffering of the innocent

in the midst of Jacob’s well.

How the miles fled between us,

and that distance is still great.

Though on the same shore we now sit,

in temporal quietude to wait.

The moon is our bright witness;

it will lead us to the gate.

Author's Note

This year my poetry and prose will come from my first book, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal from the Edge of Darkness. On these pages I etched the dark and light of my soul.

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I've always marvelled at how you carry out your pieces, they're inspiring for me, as is this one...
'The suffering of the innocent
in the midst of Jacob’s well.'
These lines just reached out to me...
And I'm glad you'll be posting poetry from your book. I've yet to complete it, have only read halfway ;)

[An owl on the moon]

That made me smile. I began that book in the midst of a deep depression, and somehow in the midst of writing it the Light was revealed. And so thankful because I got to meet friends like you who inspire me daily. Thank you so much for reading my book. :)

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Waiting for that which is meant to be can be the hardest wait of all...knowing ...accepting....with acceptance comes peace yet what is this mystery called life...we might just never know..🌹

[Moonie]

The owl, always deemed associated with the night, with witchcraft, and even with medicine, has been a bird that has sprouted many superstitions in the folklore. In the past it was thought to have been both wise yet foolish, feared but venerated and despised while being admired, symbolising, at once, both life and death.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you dear poet. And so true. I love to walk at dusk near my forest here and see one silently soaring or hovering in the branches on the edge of me. I find myself there more often. On the lonely edges of life, but not feeling alone. May you find such inspirations rising all around your world.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Owl. Fear bird to the Native Americans. One upon the window to your room. Mean death is near. I like the Owl. A bird of myth and tale. I liked your story and your thoughts. Took the reader to places of quiet and places of darkness. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

This story was birthed from an image my mother had given me, hanging on my wall. An owl on the moon. And yes, there is much darkness and mystery around owls, how they live in the empty places, the night places. I think that's why I see them so much here in Arkansas. They live where my soul lives. Thank you so much, my dear friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem and you are welcome my friend.

[lessa (kenzie)]

the well, the gate.. much wisdom here that we must contemplate. very vivid imagery. enjoyed your poetic words.

[An owl on the moon]

Your kindness is much appreciated.

[Fate]

"The moon is our bright witness;
it will lead us to the gate."

The moon will always be our witness and it will be our only guide in dark times..I always love your poem :)

[An owl on the moon]

So happy to see you again dear friend! Thank you for your kindness and your light. :)

[Salar Majak]

i loved that book old friend.
whenever i feel like dreaming i go back to it and read a chapter of the corresponding month. my favorite is September's chapter.
''you hear that song? it's mere vibration, not magic.
the sights you see? they're reflected light, how tragic.
but all we are and hope to be?
a ribbon, a thread in eternity'' i actually know that peice by heart XD

[An owl on the moon]

Oh, dear Salar, I deeply thank you for reading the book, and for your wondrous kindness here. It is the etchings of the deepest places in me, so what a joy to have a precious friend honor me in this way. Those lines still speak to me as well. Smiling so much that you remember them. XD

[Seriana]

Nice Craig. I was led to this this morning. Sometimes I wonder why and when certain things happen. Your words and simple yet the feeling is deep. Thank you for sharing your sou;l with us all.

[An owl on the moon]

I am glad you found my soul here, dear one. These words came when night fell on my pathway. And if you find yourself there, know your triumphant dawn will come, but let your heart find peace in starlight first.

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem makes you think about all the waiting we do and never actually doing until it’s almost too late.

[An owl on the moon]

Yes, so true. There is much pain in this world, and sometimes the doorway to pass into peace feels endlessly locked from us.

[Rye]

In the midst of Jacobs well...
love it, this is wonderful, enjoyed the images I got with this write. The moon will lead us where we want to go, It helps me to guide my visions to shore. Enjoyable read here.

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate your kindness. Yes, the moon casts the sun's sweet light over the night to guide us... home.