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What it Means to be Pagan
The magick of life is all around me,
The heart and soul of the Earth, the sky, and the sea,
Are constantly calling out to me,
Saying "this is my home. This is where I am meant to be."
In a world wrapped in amber fire,
Whispering it's warmth, like the sweet song of a Lyre,
Of the sun and of the moon,
That I will not leave anytime soon.
A love I have found beneath my feet, and above my head,
More beautiful than in any books I have read,
In the energy all around me,
And in all the celestial bodies in the heavens above me.
As sure as the stars shine bright,
I will sleep well this night,
Knowing I have the love of the Earth to guide me,
And the soul to carry on what was begun lifetimes before me.
The heart and soul of the Earth, the sky, and the sea,
Are constantly calling out to me,
Saying "this is my home. This is where I am meant to be."
In a world wrapped in amber fire,
Whispering it's warmth, like the sweet song of a Lyre,
Of the sun and of the moon,
That I will not leave anytime soon.
A love I have found beneath my feet, and above my head,
More beautiful than in any books I have read,
In the energy all around me,
And in all the celestial bodies in the heavens above me.
As sure as the stars shine bright,
I will sleep well this night,
Knowing I have the love of the Earth to guide me,
And the soul to carry on what was begun lifetimes before me.
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