Speaking

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I speak with the wild wood whenever I visit its sacred canopy
I speak with the wind as it dances through leaves, laughing in whispering movement
I speak with the soft soil with its carpet of moss, needles, and dry leaves that soften my step
I speak with the fluttering butterfly and the gliding hawk about the feel of the air beneath their wings
I speak with the buzzing bee and the chirping cricket about hot summer days
I speak with the crows about the enticement of shiny things
I speak with the water about its affair with the moon
I speak with the wildflower about its affair with the sun
I speak with the stars about histories long forgotten by all but them
I speak with the sapling about life returned, anew
I speak with Nature about the wonder of her world
I speak with the Universe about the wonderment in all things

-gws

Sweet Water

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Come, thee, to the sweet waters, Child
Come, let Her waters wash over thee
Come, let them cleanse thy soul
Let the sweet waters renew and restore thee

Come, thee, to the sweet waters, Child
Come, release thy sorrowful tears to Her
Come, let the waters soothe the scars on your skin
Let the sweet waters bare away thy hurt and pain

Come, thee, to the sweet waters, Child
Come, cool thy weary feet at Her banks
Come, drink from Her cold springs
Let the sweet waters refresh and rejuvenate thy body and spirit

Come, thee, to the sweet waters, Child
Come, lay down thy burdens in Her currents
Come, relinquish thy distresses to Her care
Let the sweet waters carry away thy worries to leave thee only peace

-gws

Who I Want to Be

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I want a closet full of ball gowns that I wear to the grocery store
I want a shelf full of outlandish hats that I wear to walk the dog
I want a drawer full of adorable fandom socks that I wear with bedazzled sneakers
I want a collection of cloaks, coats, and sweaters handmade from mismatched scraps of fabric and yarn that create random, joyous patterns
I want to dance on curbs and twirl in open spaces
I want to speak random bits of spontaneous verse in the park
I want to compliment the charismatic child and the quietest person at the party so they know they are seen
I want to be the joyous crone who says sage things and knows that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously 
I want to be unequivocally, undeniably me

-gws

My Hummingbird

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My hummingbird visited me today
She was excited to remind me how she told me that everything would be okay
Her last visit was to remind me that the Goddess had not turned from me
This visit was to celebrate good news finally come
How blessed I am to be able to converse with messengers of the Divine
How lucky I am to recognize them
I will miss her as her home is here, and now my home will be elsewhere
She and her family have been such wonderful neighbors and delightful friends
I will miss watching them play amongst the branches of the front trees
Now they will have new friends to meet 
May they be good and gentle ones

I love you, tiny, shiny friend
Thank you for your friendship
Thank you for your work as a messenger
May your life be full of bright flowers and sweet nectar
Warm sunshine and gentle breezes
And when you one day return to our Mother
May Her garden be the temple of respite you so deserve

-gws
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Winter Solstice

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May the return of the sun shine
Love, abundance, peace, grace, and success upon you
May its light banish the shadows and darkness
May you never know lack and always know contentment
May you carry the light of renewal with you 
And may you carry it within you like a beacon of hope 
For all those whose paths you cross
-gws