I ask for glory to shine on my name. I ask for love I can posses.
I ask for God and His angels to bless me.
Ayita was relaxed on the beach, her mind on nothing but the slow moving waves. Settling herself upon her blanket she leaned back. The sound of the rolling waves allowed her mind to slowly ease. All her children were home enjoying all the pack had to offer. But she was talking some time for herself and to gather things she needed.
Her peace was broken though. The voice that came from the dark sounded almost as if she had trespassed on to pack property. But there were no pack scents that she could tell she was almost annoyed herself from being interrupted. Turning to look back at the holder of the voice. I'm relaxing on the beach. You don't own it so be on your way. The overly polite catori woman was getting real sick of all these loners being so bossy.
But I know so many less lucky than I.
Please help my people; the poor and downtrod.
I thought we all were the children of God.
God help the outcasts. Children of God.