Poem to the Water Element

Soothing calm,
And endless ocean
Water Undines
Empower my potion!

Poem to the Witches

Blackest night,
Dark as pitch,
The eve is ruled
By the Witch!

Elemental Ode to Fire

In perfect love
And perfect trust
Guide my path
And feed my lust.

A Poem (I didn't write this, but it felt very Wiccan to post!)

I had come to the end of daylight
and faced the doorway of darkness.
But when I touched my face,
I realized my eyes were closed
and my skin was cold.
All that I thought I loved and needed was gone
And I was naked, shivering in misery.
They were measuring me for a coffin.
Suddenly, I heard a voice calling
from within myself.
I turned my eyes around to look back,
to look down, to look deep
and I saw a single candle.
It drew me closer until I cound reach out
and put my fingers in the flame.
Slowly, meticulously, I burned away my dead body,
And when it was gone,
I was no longer naked.

The Call

A call to the Spirit
Issues a summons
No questioning,
No return.

The time is now
To act
To turn, mid-flight
And catch
The crystalline wonder
Of a little Light
That fell our way.

She is midnight,
She is dawn, and afternoon,
She is twilight, soft
And touching
If only we pause
To feel her here.

The call is a summons
To a Spirit, awakened
To a time spent learning her ways,
Her energy and colours.

The time is now.
We are not
Alone.

Dedication

At first you weren’t quite sure what path to take -
The left, the right, the summit or the pond -
Nor how to pour the ale or cut the cake,
But in good time you learned, and passed beyond.
Though other roads were wider, smooth and new,
An older Way rose up beneath your feet.
You followed it, and studied it, and grew
And spoke with fellow souls you chanced to meet.
So now you stand, outside of time and space,
To dedicate yourself among the Wise.
The trees lean down to listen in this place;
The Moon shines as your witness in the skies.
“I am a Witch!” You say the words, times three,
And what you say, forevermore, shall be.

A Declaration of Rebirth

I have been into the darkness,
and now return to light.
I relied on inner vision
when I had no mortal sight.
I returned unto the Mother
and did not feel forlorn.
I have braved the womb of Death,
and now I am reborn.

The Beginning of Faeries (a poem)

When the first baby laughed
for the very first time
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces
and they all went skipping about
and that was the beginning
of faeries.

A Blessing for Familiars

O Cat Familiar
Companion and friend
To thee a Witch’s blessing I send
By rhyme of enchantment
And love’s potent power
By candle anointed
And magical hair,
By Moon’s silver charm
And night’s dark desire,
By elements ancient
And cauldron of fire.
Be blessed by the Goddess
And Horned One so old,
Be blessed by the forces
Of Nature so bold,
By wind and by water,
By earth and by flame,
By every deity’s unspoken name.
Blessings abundant
Be now upon thee
Harming none, this is done
So mote it be!

To Be a Witch

To be a witch is to:
Love and be loved,
Know everything and nothing at all,
Move among the stars while staying on Earth,
Change the world around you, and yourself,
Share and give, while receiving all the while,
Dance and sing, and hold hands with the Universe,
Honour the Gods, and yourself,
Be magick, not just perform it,
Be honourable, or nothing at all,
Accept others who are not,
Know what you feel is right and good,
Harm none,
Know the ways of Old,
See beyond the barriers,
Follow the Moon,
Be one with the Gods,
Study and learn,
Be the teacher and the student,
Acknowledge the truth,
Live with the Earth, not just on it,
Be truly free.