The Power of Telling and Writing: Naomi Shihab Nye

December 28, 2020 Naomi Shihab Nye with Kate Belew

On the day after the solstice, I weave 

your memory with mine in strands of green and blue

shades giving way to shadows, knowing 

the stories will warm us, even if different, the stories

are a bonfire, they are lit from the tellings 

With a twig, a tiny torch, you could pass on the flame of a phrase

or a phase of a crone moon to the listener 

slip it into the hem of a dress or a shirt

a different sort of stitching, mending 

and all would feel well again, in a year when nothing was well.

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