One this
day and in this hour
Smudging
with the sacred flower
A prayer I
pray filled with power…
One who
sows the seeds of trouble
Shall reap
it back in heaps of rubble
Upon their
head make it double
With this
sage I do decree
At the
witching hour to be free
No more
shall this one darken my heart
No more
shall this one be more than a passing thought
Upon their
heart reap what they have sown
Deliver it
according to their measure
It is your
will, it is your pleasure
This
candle burns to light my way
From this
darkness and into day
Where I
leave this chaos at their door
And pray
it leaves me forevermore…..
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