Prayer to The Crone

     Oh Lady hear my song to thee!
     In your silver light I alone stand,
     With open heart and upraised hand,
     Feeling your power flow through me.

     I seek to share your great wisdome,
     Old Crone the wisest of us all,
     To you my sincere prayer I call,
     From you the answer sure must come.

     Into two my path now devides,
     On either choice a bright light shine
     Please guide me, help me to decide.
     So I may walk the path that's mine.


     Jan. 20, 1993

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