lay your holy hands upon me, enfold my shame within your robes.
Invoke the presence of the Mother, solicit those who shine in gold.
Lift up your eyes and look upon me, for I renew under their gaze.
Your tears are medicine for mortals , they flush dis-ease from twisted veins.
Infuse my soul with lights of violet, and place the rose within my heart.
Utter words unto your angels to light the star above my crown.
Have them kiss my faith with feathers, transmute the fog that has me blind.
Have them weave a bed of sweetgrass, where scented dreams suffuse the veils.
Anoint my brow with sacred wisdom, wash my hair in perfumed oils.
Lead my will towards deep surrender, help me forgo all earthly spoils.
Fan the threefold flame within me, so higher essence may descend.
Teach me of balance and of wholeness, for I am bride and I am groom.
Intone the sacred notes of ages, vibrations pure and free of flaws.
Bless me with sight that pierces falseness and with forgiveness for my wrongs.
Copyright © Pippa Gray | Year Posted 2019