rose quartz, amethyst,
    plate of obsidian wrapped in my palm
               the full moon waged her wars
          between the light and dirty
               to assist me,
        all for me –

        it hangs from my neck,
   She rests a hand on my shoulder
             I would not take Her for granted
         ever the glimmering comfort
      She Who Listens To Me

                prayers written in my book
           to tell Her I am grateful
    for Her wisdom and Her patience
                       while I follow the path through the grass

           obsidian wrapped in my palm
      rose quartz by my heart,
                    amethyst in my mouth

           I will myself to peace.