The Weathered Crone

Graying, weathered and worn

The young woman becomes the crone.

Salt air heals and she feels reborn.

Mother ocean now brings her home.

Ancient hands cradle a truth she no longer hides.

Her soul renews with the energy of the tides.

May all weathered souls find peace that will abide.

Be Well~Be Peace~Be Love

Sara Jo Holmes

February 2018

💛 My recent trip ‘following the sun’ brought me to these perfect places for contemplation, facing my truth, and finding new joys and beauty.

When I write, it frees my soul and opens me to new experiences and dreams for the future. I hope all of you will keep dreaming too🐚.


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