The Magic of a Book

Hand written with a quill pen,

Growing each day,

My Wiccan spellbook is my pride and joy.


I look at it every day,

And it reminds me,

Of who I was, am, and will continue to be.


Spells for every aspect of life,

Money, love, dreams, luck, safety,

It helps me care for myself and others.


On the inside cover lies the Wiccan Rede,

The code for which my actions are based:

"An' it harm none, do what ye will."


I identify with my religion, 

But my spells give me power,

The power to make my life what I want it to be.


In times of fear, 

I look to my courage and protection spells,

And they always guide me through.


When I forget my purpose, 

I look at the very first spell in my book:

"I am a witch, I am a witch, I am a witch."


Some look to the Bible for comfort, 

But I pull out my spells,

And I take my life into my control.


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