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.