The threads that make our story
have passed through many warps
before they came through us.
They came from richly colored skeins,
were mixed with others
in their pathway through the loom.
They rendered skies, they rendered sun,
they rendered trees,
and many ancestors
before depicting you and me.
We are not separate.
Every strand of us is also part
of everything that’s been before.
Their colors sing through us,
Their memories live in our bones,
We join with them in chorus.
We never walk alone.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2013
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