Member Poem

Ebony-hued and painstakingly woven,
The braid of a goddess, bears strands of those chosen,
To hold close and cherish a thousand times over,
Providing the space to be partner and lover.
Strand laid upon strand, as fate’s process continues,
An intimate dance between parties now ensues,
In hopes that some lasting redemptive pursuit,
May in fact curry favor, thus bearing fair fruit,
To restore to each strand of this glorious braid,
A feeling of worth for the role each has played,
And firm knowledge that although their spirit will stay,
Only one soul remains true and constant today.