Invocation of Being
Long have we wandered
and been apart from her shores.
Long have we flown on unseeing wings.
The eagle soars high on boundless feeling.
Long have we felt groundless
without root, or presence.
Long have we been valiant in the name of love.
Long have we allowed nameless fears to limit our possibilities.
The forest continues it’s endless cycle of the ages.
Long have we felt alone
in expectant solitude.
Long have we danced our own lives
to the dream of wisdom.
to the unbearable void of ourselves
The tide washes evenly on deserted shores.
Forever we are one.
Forever we ignite our being
in the elemental fire of our spirit.
The golden age dweller.
The playful sprite.
The hooded wanderer.
The tortured seeker.
The power of being
is ours to hold.
The beauty of now
is here for the taking.
Forever and tonight,
we bathe in the majesty of wonder.
Witches Of The Craft® 