We prayed before going to bed
My mother sang
I believed, as many children do, without fear
God was watching over me.
My elders instructed me in the ways of early mornings
A steaming cup of tea by a lake
And deep darkness late at night
Waiting and hoping
Ready to run gleefully out on the dock arms
Wrapped around each other
Hugging one another in the cold
Grins blinding the nights sky
The one night the aurora borealis arrived
I was twelve
It hasn't come back since.
Each day still
Each day still
I prepare for its return
I have no fear
Such is my faith.
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