Guided through life
by a silver thread
that winds through the
mazes our minds create
Fine and delicate
it’s a spider’s soft silk
that gathers the morning dew
and catches the sun’s warmth
A gossamer of spun fairy’s hair
touched with magic and dreams
as fragile as a hummingbird’s egg
yet strong with love and faith
Copyright 1989 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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