Apr 20, 2021

Artwork by Dorna F

Wela died on Good Friday.

Outside the snow melted

the ground, ripe for new beginnings

birds sing their welcome song

in the garden, bulbs bloom

daffodils burst forth

stems stretch towards the sun

an invitation to rise again

Inside we pray, a novena

for holy resurrection

but wela isn’t Jesus




I write stories centered on healing, self-awareness & growth. In order to be successful in anything we must first know who we are. “To thine own self be true.”