Scattered Lives - 14.5" x 8", Acrylic on Spruce, $380  (as diptych)

We are  scattered

Everywhere

Like lies that watch from a distance

Eyeing the accusers

But  know the truth

Unseen

We are like the wolf

Hunted almost till extinction

For what we keep

And now we hide so nothing else will be lost

Closely  connected we know our own

But we have been hunted all this time for our home

We are the same as Wolf

It is the heart that knows its own beat

We used to speak as brothers do

Before all trust was gone

We are like split up wood in a forest of trees

Drawn to the family we know

But rotting on the floor we call home

These places know the language of the wolf

For I have seen the family of the alone that are never lonely

Many  seek out this space

That curls the smoke and honours the blue

That sees in a mind’s eye

And travels and hunts for the peace inside

But we are scattered in many places in many hearts

And we know why

We were forced to leave and stay there

But we know what matters most is to gather

That we all belong whether wolf, martin, beaver or bear

Blue eyed or blond

It is the heart that finds its one

And it is from there that we speak

And have something to say

That no matter where we are in life

It just takes one to care.

LauraLee K. Harris