A Tortoise Prayer

Tinker, tortoise, chip away

The darkest night yields a bright new day

Let every fall peal truth like a bell

Let every wound spill psalms to sell


The shameful slip sounds pause like a gong

The silent scar sings a mending song


Spin, shrewd spider, layer threads

A life is a weave of words and webs

Sew them sturdy, stretch them tight

But leave your loom to rest at night


Knit strand by strand, with measured care

Then hang them to dry in the drowsy air


Patience, boundless, you are young

Old age will come, and wisdom won

Deep the roots and black the soil

Honor the sun with gentlest toil


Growing is slow and wishing is fast

The nuts and the bolts make spring wishes last


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