Sunday May 25
Spinning
On darkened morn
two immortal souls
looked down a moment
on the growing yarrow
and to her then
he silently said:
Let the world
of men try as it may
to spin our truth
this way and that
to place distraction in our way
But in the silence a light glows
a spindle spins
It is I devotedly
spinning gentle one
struggling in patience
to create the thread
that we will weave
into a shared destiny.
Once heavy staff
pressed into the hard earth of
a bough covered home
as a scarred worn face bent low
to his gentle one as she spun
in quiet devotion at his parting
waiting for a day
when the stars stood
in different places
and he returned
once more
so many ages ago
Uncountable lives
uncountable fates
patient hands without number
to form the thread
that clothed those whose way
took them from their homes
In shielding warmth
or burial shroud
or simple bit of cloth
in rememberance if they
never returned
at all
Gentle determined bright one
Be not concerned
I will now patiently spin
for you
with our heart long shared
I'm not deceived.
May 21
