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Woven Wonder
By Moishe Chaim Ben-shir
3/1/2006
Sly, devious, cunning threads woven
together
An opportunity is created.
The brackish brown liquid remains of
uncreamed coffee disposed of.
A new hope is upon me, a new dawn is
near.
Smells of triumphant planning overwhelm
my senses.
The devious light crackles with Loki’s
fire, a feat only a trickster could manage.
To give hope to the downtrodden where
for other versions of myself, in other realities, a glass ceiling awaits.
Too soon for success to be declared?
Perhaps so but not too soon for celebration.
For in the weaving is the joy of hope
created.
And what of the cost I wonder?
A fool would not ask as he stares up at
the stars and walks across the pit unscathed.
Too late to worry now, the journeys
begun, the wheel set in motion, in my favor for my future. For those others I
may touch through my life here on this plane.
What honor awaits the broken heart
mended, the soul cast aside and in doing so replenished.
Fought hard and won I suppose, though
not without support.
How many others do I credit for my
successes in the making.
The count is ceaseless seeming.
What number of wights may seek gift for
my gain.
Too late now to count the True cost of a
triumphant journey, for the Joy of such a journey is worth more than the weight
of its threads paid in full.
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