Seeking

I pluck impatiently at the edges of the tangled knots,
Not this one.
Not that one and
Not this one!


I need your patient hands and your experienced eyes,
and yours and yours and yours and maybe even yours,
To help me see the delicate web in the unraveling threads.

Hope

Enter

Lest We Forget

Fear

Heart racing, churning, tight,

Like the panicked fluttering of a butterfly

Trapped in strange hands.

Blindly spinning and whirling.

 Breathe ...

Slowly ...

Gently ...

Deeply ...

Breathe and sit in silence.

The hands open and 

We learn together.