Spiritual

I can feel it pulling me 
Capturing my heart 
Drawing me in 
I feel it in my marrow 
Calling to my blood 
As the sabbat begins 
 
The moon is my mother 
She whispers wise words 
And acts as a guide 
She is my confidant 
From her there is nothing 
I need to hide 
 
She pulls the truth from me 
My mind, mouth, and heart 
And loves me for me 
She peels back the layers 
Takes the weight from my shoulders 
And sets me free 
 
The moon is my Goddess 
In all her mysterious truth 
She possesses my heart 
Full moon, I cast a circle 
Light a candle, speak to her 
And from my troubles, depart 
 
 
 
*Thank you to Miraj for the wonderful prompt! I really enjoyed writing this piece as it was a bit more spiritual for me.*

My Mother