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The stones are always circling Her,
Tumbled under ocean waves,
They've gazed upon Her star white face
And danced the night moon tides away.

The stones are echoing Her name-
In deep rock veins they chant and tell
Of rushing streams and hollow hills,
The blessed darkness of Her womb.

The stones all listen to Her song-
Harp strings touched by wind and rain
From heaven's arc to Earth's deep core-
In life's great web each note a strand.

The stones are bourne up from the Earth-
Ancient sacral gown of jewels-
And as they wake our vision sparks
A prismal glimpse of She who comes!

(writer unknown)
found in
The Book of Stones
by Robert and Naisha Ahsian
Copyright 2005
Heavan and Earth Publishing