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We are all born with our own stone

but we must journey inward to listen to our story

It is then that we can begin the journey

to the lake of understanding

and cast our stone

We listen within to the answers to our questions

the raven circles above us

to bring us hope for our healing

his ebony wings like a cloud

shrouding us in the shadows

so that we may listen

to our pain


Feeling it

being it

understanding it

then moving out from under the shadowy wings

dancing in the light

 The sacred dove flying in with peace and love

casting the stone into the lake

We walk away from our haunted past

free to remember

but no longer chained to the memory