Post by Bobute on Oct 6, 2005 22:26:26 GMT -5
The following post was written as a reply to my writer friends post about gathering mother earths offerings. Enjoy:
As I read this beautiful story my eyes glanced around at all the
stones keeping mE company day and night. I have gathered some with a
guilt for taking them as they called out to mE.
We, stone and I, would debate staying where they were or finding a
place with mE. Many, closely touch my sons urn. They seem to lean
against him the way I once did as his big body shielded mE from
myself.
We are surounded with color, shapes, sizes while one special one
sits with a marble turtle he gave mE when I was operated on for
possible cancer.
Richard sent mE a most unusual piece of granite, which called to
him one day as he was walking along the edge of Lady Atlantic. It
arrived with my picture of Lupines framed so carefully.
Yes, Lady Atlantic watches over us, keeps us company when
loneliness comes to call, saying "come home." My grey granite has
been shaped, molded, blended, added, subtracted as many storms came
and went through the years.
It is a blending of grey, just like my hair. Dark and light
places. Smooth yet rough, where Lady Atlanic once washed back and
forth over it.
It holds many secrets. I listen to hear a fog horns warning as
angry waters pound the shore. Tonight she will take a ship into the
black, briney deep vessels of her heart.
Widows, dressed in black, will carry lanterns as they pace their
widows peek, searching for a sign that will never come. In the grey
dawn of morning fog, splinters of a ship will wash ashore.
Once a magnificant sailing vessel proudly road with wind and wave
in search of spices, golden threads, or adventure. Her flags flew,
fapping in the wind as a lookout watched from the crows nest.
Sail on you adventurers of the deep in your underground graves. I
wait once more to come home where my son waits for mE.......
Marinochka
from the sea
xoxox