spider medicine
by lorraine dechter

i cannot hear nature until I hear the spider
grandmother, listen...
help me weave my future
a future so full of light
that when the sun shines
it glistens

everything i have seen
everything i have done
are the threads i hold
not remnants
but pieces of a rich bounty

balancing on those threads
weaving together 
my past 
my future
walking the threads
between life and death
between waking and sleeping
between you and me

i cannot hear nature until i hear the spider
i hear her rhythm
i hear her rhyme
with her help i create
our future in time

i weave an intricate web, my love
capturing you in its essence
entwining with you
building a life woven within the fabric of my love
covering you 
protecting you

seek therefore the world
dressed in the love
i have woven for you
always returning
to my embrace
i am weaving your journeys and dreams
into the fabulous cloth of our future