While this poem is listed in the forgotten files category, it was never truly forgotten. I wrote it nearly 20 years ago, although it has seen a revision or two since then. It was inspired by the large Hickory tree that stands at the end of my driveway. My husband and I named it The Whispering Tree. It is a beautiful old tree, full of magic, wisdom, and the divinity that is present in all things.
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By light of the moon
A sacred circle is cast;
The craft of the wise,
Roots deep in the past.
Cauldron, candle, herbs,
Incense, wand and stones;
Weaving spells of wonder,
Maiden, Mother and Crone.
Do what thou wilt
And harm ye none;
By word and will
So shall it be done.
Until the next time upon the quarters I call,
The light that encircles, protecting us all;
Still your mind and you’ll need not your eyes to see,
Come listen to the wisdom of The Whispering Tree.
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