Feb 28, 2011 22:36
Cradled within the Womb,
Within the blessed dark,
Within the maze of winter dream
The seed of hope is nurtured.
Within the glow of New Moon spark,
Within bright Luna's crescent gleam
The seed of hope is nurtured.
Within the lonesome owl call,
Within the west wind's whisper
The seed of hope is nurtured.
Within the still pool's draw,
Within the ever flowing river
The seed of hope is nurtured.
Cradled within the Womb,
Within the blessed dark...
Within...the seed of hope is nurtured.
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And that's that; this was started over a year ago. I'm still not sure it's finished.
It's late and I'm tired. Today's errands took a bit longer than planned because I decided to go visit my brother. He was a grumbly lion today....or perhaps a grumbly bear; he is a Leo, but with his dark hair and furriness he resembles a bear more than a lion. And I find myself unsure about what to say to him. What do you say to someone who's been told he may not live another year? So we reminisce about childhood days, about Mom and Dad and the grandparents. And perhaps that is what he needs to hear right now. I just don't know.