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Ritual Rhymes
I light a white candle,
clear sacred space;
nothing is hurried,
I’ve slowed the pace
in rainy weather,
I burn green sage;
fanned with a feather
showing its age
I cut the cording,
these ties that bind;
rendered completely,
put from my mind
invoking Spirit,
I voice my plea ~
bring truth to us all,
starting with me
clear sacred space;
nothing is hurried,
I’ve slowed the pace
in rainy weather,
I burn green sage;
fanned with a feather
showing its age
I cut the cording,
these ties that bind;
rendered completely,
put from my mind
invoking Spirit,
I voice my plea ~
bring truth to us all,
starting with me
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