She Kissed the Stone
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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