Hearth Wound Healing

By Fire and Earth
By Passion. By Snow.
This is the way a witch grows.

Tears of the Mother,
Cleanse me.
Breath of the Father,
Charge me.

Have I never looked into your eyes?
Have you never touched my tears?
Standing in the hallway, my shoes by the door.
The wind is in your hair.
I'm frozen by this feeling;
Are you turning inside, or turning away?

My heart is open to death and cleansing.
My heart is closed. I will reflect.
My heart is open in pursuit of safety.
My heart is closed. I will protect.

Clear away the blocks to beauty.
Clear away the blocks to bounty.
Clear away the blocks to splendor.

Dark Mother, womb of all.
I bid thee, be round me. Heal and Bless.
I need your strength when mine is spent.

Lord, my god; I feel your spirit, your rugged heart.
Heavy horn in hand, raised to lips.
Call me to the warrior's hall.
I'm called to courage. I'm called to stand.

Clear away the blocks to beauty.
Clear away the blocks to bounty.
Clear away the blocks to splendor.

And so I search through new found courage.
I work with new born skills.
I seek with immortal eyes.
I speak with open soul.
"I am rare.
This is home.
Bring drink to our table.
I've prepared the feast."

Clear away the blocks to beauty.
Clear away the blocks to bounty.
Clear away the blocks to splendor.

By Fire and Earth
By Passion. By Snow.
This is the way I grow.


(c) 1996 Matthew Beachy


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