Spinning, Spinning (From one of the Soul Food journeys)

Spindle turning in my hand,
Yarn flows out in golden strands,
Twist and spin, twist and spin,
Prick my finger on the pin.
As I sit here in this quiet, reflective place, the only sound the singing of the birds outside the tower window, my golden spindle lying on the table beside me, I am amazed that I have [...]