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Many times I brood alone Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning Bearing the weight of creation Upon my hateful human heart,   Until a presence fills me 
  The Yule log burns embers deep and bright in the dark and dense woods. The wind flies high in the sky the birds follow its path. The thunder roars in the sky and the fire only grows brighter. 
I have doubts every timeYou know I doBut I can’t stop falling into the void that is youAnd even if I am absolutely sure that my poor heartWill break, each and every timeI would still choose you, again and again
God has answered. Or has he left more mysteries for me to solve. A faith designed for structure. But it’s a name that doesn’t fit, because I don’t believe he exists.  
Under the light of the shimmering stars You think to yourself just who you are A wandering child, a kin of the Earth
Water is relaxing As I sit In the shower Nothing can compare To the way The water feels like silk against My skin My hair
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own. It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word, "For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears, For so the land hath slumbered here, For the once warm air now dull and queer, Stop! Something rustles in the dark, Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
This November I went O’er my previous sights I saw a glorious view in a bright hue, It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way. I come to it openly and with a heavy heart I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
To me, they were all sea-glass and Midsummer morning Seraphic choir song that would whisper words of sweet serenity
Life grows from her ribs Feminine Beauty and Strength  She is Cool The very Air you breathe She is Fierce The very Sun you absorb She is Sturdy The very Earth you rest your feet on
I knew there was something truly magical about the trees.  My little sister, nature's mortal fae,  taught me how to speak to the trees.  It was the most amazing phenomenon 
Searching the skies I found a light That could be the key to my soul's flight A mutual embrace with a knowledge of right To take me out of and reverse my plight.   Longed-for comfort through clouds of pain
Her skin so pale Chalk white Even as dawn breaks of the Horizon. Her tricolour eyes watch Grafather sun rise Wet sorrow melts the colours together.
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