WITCH

Dear Sweet Soul,

I can no longer hear your broom handle rattling.

I can sense you standing at the door.

You have cloaked yourself in the night,

and let stars fall into your hair.

You are ready to teach me,

and accompany me into dark places.

You do not carry malice or evil,

for you are the medicine woman,

with prayers and gifts.

Like a kettle of healing, simmering with herbs

and reverent words that are mending us all.

We are returning to the wisdom in our lineage.

The tuning fork of our intuition.

The voice that whispers in our ear that

what we feel and what we know,

is the truest true and the rightest right.

The only direction marker needed.

Dear sweet soul, I reclaim witch as wisdom-bearer.

We meet tonight with reverence

for our beating hearts and redeemed connection.

Come again, come again.

My heart invites your magic restored.