Ripples of Thought

I picked up a branch that I found on a road
I studied it thoroughly, then took it home
I set it out, on my front porch to dry
Before taking it inside, and wondering why
I picked up this branch, I really had no clue
So I set it back outside, until I decided what with it to do

I picked up the branch, a few days down the road
I studied it again, and I knew why I brought it home
I brought it home to strip it of the bark that it had
And then I looked at it again, how naked, how sad.

I carved a small emblem, 'bout halfway down it's length
A symbol of power, a symbol of strength
A symbol of the Old Ones, a symbol of the Divine
A symbol on this tree branch, a symbol as old as time.

I empowered it with, all that I could
I empowered it with the intentions of good
I sanded this branch down, to a soft and smooth state
And I placed the branch somewhere safe to wait.

On the eve of my daughter's birth, it came out
And I placed it beside her, in her crib, thinking about
Why I picked up this branch, oh, so long ago
Now empowering my daughter, as I brought her home.

~ by Jonathan Cockrum on Sunday, October 7, 2007.