Me,Myself and I, Notes from a Solitary Practitioner
Rayneschild January 1st, 2012
Beneath the cold, black, winter sky
Nothing moves but the wind and I
In a little while that won’t be
Because there will be moving energy
I stand in the middle of the sacred space
I ground and center, then feel spirit’s grace
I cast my circle, as I’ve done for years
And the pride I feel fills my eyes with tears
I call the quarters, and nows the time
To speak my witches words in rhyme
The power rises in the circle and me
With a clear intent I set it free
The spell is over the time has come
To open circle with harm to none
(Given any other opportunity
A witch is what I’d always choose to be! )
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Rayneschild, this is just lovely.
Thank you.