My daughter give me your hand and follow me.
Close your eyes and become one with the Wind.
Be one with the Rain. Be one with the Earth.
Be one with the power of Fire.
Join your Sisters.
You have always been mine.
You join those who have gone before you.
Be of comfort, all is right this night.
My daughter, join me, for you are loved…
Excerpt from the poem, Dedication by JoAnne Spiese
A Witch’s Prayerbook
Witches Of The Craft® 