When the world feels dark bring a Torch Let the Torch be brightly lit Let it illuminate the darkest corners of Earth May Earth play its part and forever spin For a spinning Wheel gathers no more Covid And Covid will be killed by the Needle And through the eye of that very Needle Will Nature work her magic And bring us all a Spring to recall Life renewed in Hope For ‘Hope is the thing with Feathers … Which never stops at all.‘
VERSE – WHB: Dec.2018 . . . [ With acknowledgement to Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) ]
Magic is the catalyst for change It stirs the open mind Bringing meaning to Mystery Blessings to Belief
And when the cauldron of mist is stirred Then both the Gloom And the Glitter are captured Restrained Resuscitated Then allowed to flourish
To become hope for the future Of the world’s Sorcery The creation of a new reality The super and the supra-natural essence Of what has been The foundation of what will yet be Channeling the birthright of an abiding And more fulfilling Necromancy.