Teach us, Brother Honor,
         to arrive with open arms

Teach us, sweet inner Wisdom,
         to slow down and see the
         earth crying out
         inside of us

Teach us, Silence,
         not to speak
         not to speak
         not to

Teach us, Love,
         to grow into ourselves
         to grow towards each other
         to do the painful work of unweaving
         so that we may reweave all of it
         all of us
         whole
 

Teach us too that to weave
we must also be willing to undo
the stitches of pain
to sit with them, tease them open
to sit with them

this year,
   let us look upon the pile of old
gnarled yarn
   that used to be part of us
and not dance around it
   but just sit with it
and listen to it

May our fingers become so tender
   and gentle
that we can touch even the most
bruised parts of ourselves
and each other
   with love