When I feel small, alone, weak and insignificant
Overwhelmed by a world that seems to not care
I reach for the silken threads that surround me
Touching the invisible web I know to be there
Linked not by blood or vocation or even age
Tied by a strong silken thread that we can feel
Bound together by our hearts and our souls
And by a truth, in our heart, we know to be real
The truth that all creatures great and small
Are all a part of the creator's great plan
That each possess a heart, spirit, and soul
And that each is an equal part of the land
It is within this circle of kindred hearts
I can find solace and a place to heal
Knowing here it is safe to bear my soul
In the company of others who feel as I feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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