Wrapped in a delicate cocoon.
Wrapped by the hands of the Mother
Bringing solace, comfort and rest.
In the quiet, drum beats of the ancestors
like Morse code message me.
We are not alone.
Those gone before walk among us.
Those yet to come surround their soon to be home.
Watching, waiting, listening, sharing.
Gauze this morning holds the Earth
Wrapped in a delicate cocoon.
Wrapped by the hands of Spirit
Swaddling clothes and shroud
Held in the arms of Love.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 9 September 2011
dawn@imaginetheshift.com
dawn@imaginetheshift.com
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