as dark
the ways to wander
and worried there alone
of where the gods were leading
(let them lead)
casting deep
our tattered nets
into this sweet divide
made between this world
and those beyond

fragile
as the ancient loop
barely seen at all –
tho stretched to hold
of all together now
as one to understanding
let now the strings be loosed –
as each was sworn
another time
to be

. . .