Bloodstone Mirror, A Poem by Cleo Bell

Welcome to another Poem of the Week!

The bloodstone mirror shows no illusions—only the truth of transition, healing, and divine trust. From Mother to Crone, through shadow and light, here is a poem emerged in midwinter's quiet.

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

If the bloodstone mirror calls to you today, pause and ask: What old pattern is ready to release? What seed of joy or trust are you planting? Journal a line or two, or share below—I'd love to witness your reflections.

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