Isis of The White Light
In Her temples
The scent of Jasmine & Lotus flower
Fill the Night Air
Fill the Night Air
Her Daughters
Bathe in sacred pools
Feet Dressed
With sacred oils
Offerings of
Sweet Honey
Green Thistle
Laid before Her Altars
There is One
There is One
Above All others
She who is Her voice
The Keeper of Word
It is SHE who speaks the Sacred Words
To those Who shall listen
Hecate/Aset/Isis
This is a beautiful poem! I like! :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Kijjet!
ReplyDeleteThese words took me to a beautiful place, I wish I was there now. :) Thank your for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteMuch Joy~*
Molly