I am pure and fleet, for I know capture is death to my soul
I am the gray flood on which the boat is tossed.
I ebb, and I flow, and my water is uneasy.
I am the violent wind that stirs the depths.
I rise up from my uneasy slumber.
I am the sun spike rippling through the clouds.
I shall give forth the pure ray of reality.
I am the bird of prey, protecting her brood.
I am cunning and canny to give shelter to my children.
I am the night-crow of battle.
I guard my boundaries and seek the enemy in his corners.
I am the fire-forged sword whose blade gleams pure.
I strike in defense, and leave my foes in terror.
I am wise as the salmon in the holy pool.
I feed on the hazelnut that spells the Wicce lore.
I am the snake who burns with the fires of creativity.
I give inspiration to those who seek me.
I am the hound that runs by Diana's side.
I bring my prey down quickly, proving my place.
I am the rose that blooms in the Garden.
I am beautiful, and my thorns give defense.
I am the thicket that hides fox and stag alike.
I shelter the children of my Mother.
I am the thunder that splits the night.
My voice calls with power into the universe.
I am the doorway through which life flows.
My womb opens to bring the children of the future.
I am the Priestess who comforts and calls.
I am my Mother's Daughter.
Hear me call my name. I am woman. I am witch.
Adapted from "Woman-Charms: A Litany" by Morgan McFarland
