I Pray

I pray before the candles in the night Inspired to take a chance upon the lam Upon my golden cup the pentagram Tapped by a hazel wand times three My sturdy hand grasps the sharp silver blade Burning incense splash the sacred alter As silken purple robes flow away free As a full sail upon the gusting sea Song birds alight upon the fortune wheel And Lovers await teeming chariots And hierophants question the religion Of the bright crescent moon upon the sky The wind rattles the wooden Wicca men They hang in the Douglas trees about me I kneel and pray to the Goddess and God The Witch’s bell rings and the candles doused On the lamb’s skin I stand and meditate The bamboo flutes tenderly die away I turn and part the hanging beads to go Another day the points five within me © Copyrights G. Jones 2008