Apostolic Angst

We
  poets
    hearts bent low
    over passion
        spill soulful inkings
          to resurrect our faith
              in cloaked and drawn near friendship
rising out of Gaia’s urgings
  sung by forest-deep wolf songs’ pulsing
        on landscapes’ lean of love for enemies

What is wept on shores that know each pebble
    carves our faces in stone-ground reprieve
          that we might be forgiven these 
beats of drum and row of oar
      that enter Universe
                          in Apostolic
                                error and angst
              as witness
                            to dear
                                                  flaws

© shewolfnative


Addendum to Etheree for the Apostles  http://allpoetry.com/poem/2171332

Moon
pregnant
with promise
  watches over
  Superior's gleam
    in the gloaming of time
    resplendent in blues and tears
      The emerald Apostles stand mute
        testimony to the warming earth
        A howling wolf sings the blue ascension

              Troubled waters stir in azure regret
for the poisoned breath of our mother earth
          But the lake remembers birchbark
            And the knowing people back
    when drums knew moon's rhythm
                and men knew circles
                        Apostles wait
                        for mankind
                              to see
                              god

©JustRob