The lady of protection in the smoke
That drifts from sacred sticks’ alight of gold.
The air around, a scent that purifies,
By leaves of whitish-green in layered rolls.
The spirit of white sage embraces those
Who pilgrimage the deserts where it lives.
The southwest windswept clime of altitude,
To offer prayers to bless & clear their own.
The sacred cleansing by the Mother Sage
Is done within a ritual of fire.
To speak your thanks for sage’s energy,
To thus receive prosperity and health.
A mantra of release to recommend,
Attended by the faith of human host,
With wand of sage that sends its bless’ed gifts,
To go to where the healing’s needed most.
And as it floats: I release all energies
that no longer serve me, to be released
from me, this space, and into divine light.
You no longer have nor hold power here.
Loving, peaceful energy is welcome
and invited in. This is my sacred space,
and anything that no longer serves me
is released with this sacred smoke.