Oh, but I see it whole.
Every bend breaks a barrier that’s held us below.
Ends bound with love,
The kind without checks.
Fractions forced upon us,
time to take a step.
A step for our future,
Those seven generations…
My grandchildren will not know of these situations.
Every knot a prayer,
A silent healing in the air.
Reworking our web to bring us there,
There in a place where our ancestors dance.
Every circle woven brings us closer yet…
Tie the last knot,
No longer distraught.
Our dreams will come through,
Dropping the the bad with the morning dew.