Poetry by Sondra Kay Neiman

This Hallowed Night

    The Circle round, closed in Light
    Was for the ancient One's delight.
    Basking in their lingering glow
    My Spirit could not help but grow.
    Thanking Spirits for their might,
    Prayed I that I'd e'er do right.
    To live in gratitude and love
    Then dare to seek strength from above.
    The little deer, I loved and fed
    Along the trail where oft I've led
    My own entourage of little ones.
    There, where energy always runs.
    Incense nestled in a rock.
    A candle flickered in its crock.
    The Songbird sang, but whispered low
    Until the dawn bade us to go.
    The Circle still is closed in tight,
    Calling deer to share the Light.
    Tomorrow it will open out
    To dance amidst the world without.
    Blessed be!                   

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