J.L. Stanley's Catechism For A Witch's Child;

When they ask to see your gods, your book of prayers,
show them lines drawn delicately with veins on the underside of a bird's wing,
tell them you believe in giant sycamores mottled and stark against a winter sky,
and in nights so frozen stars crack open spilling streams of molten ice to earth,
and tell them how you drink a holy wine of honeysuckle on a warm spring day,
and of the softness of your mother who never taught you death was life's reward,
but who believed in the earth and the sun and a million, million light years of being.

Bright Blessings By Stone and Star
Celestial Elf ~