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An empty chair sits by the fire

The wisdom well has run dry

The warm embrace had disappeared

When the northern compass fails to point

Where do we go?

Where do we go?

 

 

No maps or globes can help me now.

The answers I need aren’t to be found.

I must step up

And sit upon the chair

And become the strength

The source of love

And wisdom

A mother

 

 

Patience, deep breath

One, two, three

Summon the strength of those before me

Summon the love of those before me

One, two, three

Love is the answer