The Spoken Spell

 
In whispered words, a cry takes flight,  
“Avra ke-davra, I speak to ignite.”  
Voices woven, reality they weave,  
On kosher parchment, our truths we believe.  

Kaptsiel, Malakhel, guide my way,  
As you did for Abraham in the light of day,  
Unmask the thief, draw near, behold,  
Kematin’s secret in the tales of old.  

Circle the suspects with the rooster's grace,  
Let it leap upon truth in this sacred space.  
For small and big burns, a spell we invoke,  
Ancient names whispered, our healing cloak.  

Agrifuk, agrifar, agripyri sound,  
Seven times spoken, let healing abound.  
A breeze brings warmth where the fire once lay,  
Turning pain into comfort at the end of the day.  

For mothers who yearn with their hearts in despair,  
AV SU SAS, AV HU SIA, spoken with care,  
Written on skin, hope flows from above,  
Life spills like water, a mother’s true love.  

In Solomon’s wisdom, a secret is spun,  
Ash from the serpent, the magic begun,  
Dust grants you sight, yet cloaks you from view,  
A guardian against all that seeks to undo.  

Hold this fine powder in palm of your hand,  
Before kings and princes, your voice will withstand,  
While on the table, the dust does await,  
To scatter the poisons, to seal your fate.  

In knowledge’s grasp, our roots disinclined ,  
The Tree of existence, in rhythm divine,  
Each whisper a promise, each spell a new chance,  
In the fabric of cosmos, we weave and we dance.

The poem might be mine but the words are an old , careful when spoken don't say you weren't told

MalcolmG
2024 A Halloween poem