Pounamu

You bought to me the
Pounamu
Greenstone,
Sacred souvenir of this land.
Your delicate fingers
Carved
A ceremonial axe,
An elegant dagger
That sits between my breasts.

Blessed by fire instead of water.

What a mirror you held up to me, sister.

How familiar the path of
Another green-eyed French doe,
Her passion watering her art
As she traveled the world,
In love with
the stones
The land that birthed them
The man who loves them.

I remember that crossroads
Where my own craftsman’s tools
Suddenly slipped from my hands,
And in blind faith I kept walking,
Until I stumbled into
My next incarnation.

The stone you carved called me,
Chose me,
A present and reminder to
The leader in me,
The presence that shares the gifts I am given,
In this ongoing journey of
Un-learning.

Water under the bridge,

And as my eyes met yours over the ocean of green storytellers
Your offerings, your life’s work,
Spread out on the coffee table
Just like I used to do,

I give profuse thanks
To the abundance that we are,
Because you followed your path
And I followed mine.

Published by joythunder

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