Suturing
A shrew moves in moonlight,
tracking across the broken snow.
You have felt this small, a lone heart pounding in the darkness.
Claim your trail. Open the frozen meadow, like the shrew.
As it rediscovers home, it sutures all things together.
Power is not correlated with size.
Even the smallest journey reshapes this world.
bearbones 
Just lovely.
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Thank you, Susan.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Harry.
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I feel like we are living this journey right in our neighborhood….powerless in the company of our great Chugach- infinitely powerful in our self truths and daily breath.
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Hello, neighbor… I hadn’t thought of it that way. Thank you for that.
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Your poetry touches my heart every time. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful gift, Tricia!
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Katja! Thank you. I love knowing that it reaches you. Big hug to you!
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I am with your mother in Atlanta for Kellogg Class VIII reunion. She’s shared your post with the group, Suturing touches me deeply. I will now follow your blog.
Alfred
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Thank you, Alfred… so glad to know you are here!
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