THE WOVEN CHILD

 

I

 

And what if a soul

fall into a body…

 

And if it gaze into pure light…

And if something grow into life…

 

As the spider spins its web

          she spins him of herself,

 

AND LEAVES A MEMORY

 

life-bestower, nurturer,

 

agent of futurity

 

oh, woven child

          you must not unravel

 

she webs and warps with finest, strongest yarn

 

II

 

Listen:

 

Thou shalt never forget thy mother and what she has done for thee…For she carried thee long beneath her heart as a heavy burden, and after thy months were accomplished she bore thee.

 

Three long years she carried thee upon her shoulder and gave thee her breast to thy mouth, and as thy size increased her heart never once allowed her to say,

 

“Why should I do this?”

 

She is and remains a mother

even though her child die,

 

though all her children die.

 

For at one time she carried you under her heart.

And you do not go out of her heart ever again.

 

ALL THIS NO MAN KNOWS.