The Witches Call

[*Gypsy*]

The Witches Call
I am the white dove who seven times flees.
I am pure and fleet, for I know capture is death to my soul

I am the gray flood on which the boat is tossed.
I ebb, and I flow, and my water is uneasy.

I am the violent wind that stirs the depths.
I rise up from my uneasy slumber.

I am the sun spike rippling through the clouds.
I shall give forth the pure ray of reality.

I am the bird of prey, protecting her brood.
I am cunning and canny to give shelter to my children.

I am the night-crow of battle.
I guard my boundaries and seek the enemy in his corners.

I am the fire-forged sword whose blade gleams pure.
I strike in defense, and leave my foes in terror.

I am wise as the salmon in the holy pool.
I feed on the hazelnut that spells the Wicce lore.

I am the snake who burns with the fires of creativity.
I give inspiration to those who seek me.

I am the hound that runs by Diana's side.
I bring my prey down quickly, proving my place.

I am the rose that blooms in the Garden.
I am beautiful, and my thorns give defense.

I am the thicket that hides fox and stag alike.
I shelter the children of my Mother.

I am the thunder that splits the night.
My voice calls with power into the universe.

I am the doorway through which life flows.
My womb opens to bring the children of the future.

I am the Priestess who comforts and calls.
I am my Mother's Daughter.

Hear me call my name. I am woman. I am witch.

Adapted from "Woman-Charms: A Litany" by Morgan McFarland

[ladyjay]

Oh I liked this. Thank you so very much.