Death Nesting - Moss Agate Blues

Stone of green memory, cool in my palm, you are the still weight that steadies the storm. When my voice cracks and the shovel falls heavy, you hold the echo without judgment. Carry my weight, stone of the ground, Bind up my spirit when the night comes down. Worn on my chest, close to the bone, You are the tether that leads me home. I name you sentinel of quiet hours, keeper of marrow and dust, the heart of earth bound close to my chest, the tether that whispers: remain. Carry my weight, stone of the ground, Bind up my spirit when the night comes down. Worn on my chest, close to the bone, You are the tether that leads me home. Where soil turns, where silence grows thick, carry my breath, my ache, my vow. Be the cord between worlds, root to root, soul to soul. Carry my weight, stone of the ground, Bind up my spirit when the night comes down. Worn on my chest, close to the bone, You are the tether that leads me home.