in a nutshellA bird to break the silenceA screech to take the weakA laugh to lift the hopelessA sigh to make us seekA darkness tells of perilA dim that we all dreadA lightness light as carolsA bright white bride to wedA seeker of the sunsetA soldier in the warA love as strong as fish netA partner we adore
the travelerbefore i was borni felt you wrap your fingers round melike you were at the spindle . . .you, threading me together,stitch by stitch,giving me purpose and love and tender care . . .and each new color, wrapped once,wrapped twice,created a grand tapestry of shape . . .and quietly you told me what it wasyou wanted me to do with this lifeso that i could be preparedfor the one that comes after.but thus i've travelled, far and wide,and in all my searchingi've forgotten what that thing was,what that purpose was,and, truth be told,forgotten the touch of the rough calloused handsof my maker.i know you're out ther