Cedar Sweep ⩸ tuqqun ⩸

THE SEVENTH SONG

How would she make it through this? How would she find peace? How would she continue to find her voice as it faltered? How could she let go of the pain? How could she be there for him when he was so far away?

She did not know—but her doubt slowly began to lift.

There were no tears left to cry; she needed to trust the process and those who guided her son to the dancing lights.

With a brush against her cheek—she gasped!—Tootega whispered the sacred words in her ears:

a time for new things
a time of change
the ice raises its shoulders
it waits to feed upon the earth
son of mine, you are almost there
climb through, climb through
your journey is almost ended
your journey is almost ended.

She repeated, and her heart grew lighter.