In the candlelight,
faces and bodies are rosy, softly lit.
Love springs from gesture and sound.
The repetition of familiar words
So we know we’re on holy ground.
We walk together
into known and unknown
Steering our vessel
by the winds of the unseen
Sharing our journey within.
Yvonne Aburrow
10:15 am, 15 April 2022
(About the experience of a Wiccan circle)
Inspired by the sentence “Dear faces like a multitude of moons hang over the table” in The Seder’s Order by Marge Piercy.
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