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Poem of the Week: Bloodstone Mirror by Cleo Bell
Minutes tick
weeks float like the snow
transition
from Mother to Crone—
reading devotionals
writing poems
signs show a path
On my way home.
Shadow work
casting light
joy lost
to joy gained
crushed then
pray and pray
wounded dreams
back into day
Patterns snagged
instincts speak
louder than
any pain.
Heart and mind
this young crone knows
true love is divine
I trust in the Lord.
Midwinter past
my own seeds I plant
still growing and learning
through sunshine and moon
Here again
awakened
anew.
—Cleo Bell
2/10/25
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