Within this misty silence
a peacefulness is glimpsed.
In altered tones,
a simple image speaks.
I am touched awake,
clinging to its heavy abandon.
Looking around, I witness again,
and again, the hem of the spider,
laced so brilliantly with morning’s dew.
Closing my eyes, I breath deep
the world, as it begins its daily assembly.
Reluctantly I turn, stepping away from the cold,
yet I see myself still, standing there gathering thoughts.
Then the image is gone – returning, I suppose,
to the home and everything else it had previously fled.
. . . . .
And yet there is only one great thing
To live and see the great day that dawns
And the light that fills the world.
(old Innu song)
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