In the middle of the longest night.
The stars shone bright, the children slept.
Making the gift was all important.
Prayers over beads one for each season.
A colored gift transcending beliefs.
Made with intention and wonder.
Touching sacred threads and bonds
Long forgotten of the connection
To earth, sky and the darkness waiting.
Waiting to bind them altogether.
This ancient enmity melted into friends.
Bound in the freedom of forgiving.
Prayed into the longest night.
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