Light up the silence
Throw open the storm door

She knits with silver thread

Threecandles
A single candle lit in prayer travels outward / New Jersey / Jan. 2009

Making groundless conjectures
she closes her eyes and unmakes time:
she folds and weaves
she knits with silver thread the blanket of life
she unknits the tunic of absence.

Weaver
dove of expectation
she invents
the bird that sings
when light ends.

~ Penelope by Colombian poet Luz Mary Giraldo

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