Whispers Of Our Ancestors As the veil diminishes and doorways open Excitement fills the air, The last harvest, ripe, and the moon, full, There’s magick everywhere!!!! I hear
Category: My Poems
World Peace PoemWorld Peace Poem
World Peace Poem If you put your weapons down … you are saying you want peace not war When you say you’re sorry … you are opening another door So
Our Sacred PlaceOur Sacred Place
We meet in our sacred place … when you feel my call Together we unite, become one and all We dance and we embrace the cool of the night Under
GoddessGoddess
She comes to me in my darkest hour showering her love upon me In a gentle voice she calls my name And lights the way ahead Guiding me through the