Like woven words they come
into my room each night,
Increasing, never ceasing,
until the morning light.
Happy, joyous thoughts
and dreams of stately things,
slip through the Dream Catcher
as if on angel wings.
Entering my state of slumber
as I lay upon my bed,
no bad dream can enter ...
caught by the Dream Catcher instead.
Marge Tindal~
*The Ojibwe Nation was the originator of the Dream Catcher.
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