Pure

By V.C.Willow

Wed, 18 May 2011
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Earth, Air, Fire, Water
Bless this house of bricks and mortar

North, South, East, West
May this body and soul be blessed

By the setting sun and full moon
I cleanse the negativity from this room

By the Goddess' hand and inner fight
My soul be renewed
Mote be this plight

So Mote It Be

Certificate 12
Poem
Poetry old and new
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by V.C.Willow on
A little ritual I speak when burning incense

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
So mote it be indeed. A beautiful little chant. Jenny.