yours are the first vernal moments
and as the season, so do you
become,
create,
with ease
and so beautifully
your hands, your hands
but more than that
those stars, your eyes
sparkling (light by which we, your tribe, find our way home)
seeing
where veils otherwise hide
the direct and simple path
understanding, even in the early hours
the unadorned essence of the intricate web
even such perfection
has its beginning and its end
she says
knowing just how it is that she will weave the next miracle
2 comments:
A wonderful tribute to J. She is quite the woman.
She is home weaving a miracle today!
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