I apologize for us running late this morning. Apparently we had a heavy rain come through during the night and knocked out the power. Well at least none of our alarm clocks when off anyway. So we are going to be doing thing backwards today, horoscopes first, then everything else. I searched and searched for a Presidents Day Poem and it was unreal, all I did was waste precious time. Instead of a good old Presidents Day poem, how about this beauty.

 

The Coven Spell

O ancient ones of heaven, earth and sea,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!
To music of the night-wind blowing free,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!

 

The owl hoots within the hollow tree,
The black cat runs by night silently,
The toad beneath the stone dwells secretly,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!

 

To moon that draws the tides of air and sea,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!
To god that bides beneath the greenwood tree,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!

 

By witches’ garter bound about the knee,
By staff and cauldron and all powers that be,
We will the thing in our minds we see,
We chant the coven spell, thus shall it be!

 

(Pause…)

 

The Spell is flowing like the sea,
The spell is growing like the tree,
Like flame that burns and blazes free.
We chant the spell, thus shall it be!
We chant the spell, thus shall it be!
We chant the spell, thus shall it be!
IT IS!

 

Doreen Valiente
“Witchcraft For Tomorrow” pp. 181-182