We Call Them Wiccans
These women are too powerful the men said.
They were horrified and shocked by the might of the women.
Let's write faerie tales and make the women the villains.
Let's make fun of their beliefs, and strip them of their power.
The women were in the throes of meditating; they had no worries.
To no one do harm was their motto; they trusted the universe.
The cosmos would bring them what they needed.
They did not spent time worrying about the naysayers.
There was no anger or fear in the hearts of the women.
They were led by their soul paths, no better truth.
Mysticism is alive and well; no magic, only empathic psychic wisdom.
We call these women Wiccans, and they uplift and bring joy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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