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She walked the labyrinth with her head bowed down 
and thought of Christ with His thorny encrusted crown
Each rock was interlinked, attached to a circular maze 
and as the sun poured, onto the rocky terrain of Falaise
a silent prayer was uttered, as she set the earth ablaze

She came from the cloistered Abbey  on Rue de Calix  
having spent so many years kissing her little crucifix 
it was a new world here outside, in the soil of France 
hundreds of stones polished with natural enhance 
its was a time of encapsulated self, in stillborn dance 

she awoke  after the war, through Normandy's unrest  
A mother's diary was tucked inside a wooden chest 
filled with flourish scribble from an ancient faded nib 
It was meant to help a young woman survive and imbibe 
she acquired strength, this little girl named Marie Lepine 

Inside a velvet pouch was an old stone from the beach 
long before the bombardment, a child was out of reach 
Polished with the tears of a mother who cried of fright   
for a daughter who was to be left orphaned in the night 
She kissed the stone that healed, through love and light. 

July 10, 2021 
Definition of Lepine in French : Thorn Bush
For Contest :  Stones

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