There are no cloisters for pagans
Save the magic grove and secret stream,
For an altar, my heart in stillness
For sacrament, the violet that grows unseen
In woods blessed by silence
and rushing of wind
and gurgling of water
and energy that mingles in separateness
With light that separates in shadows
I dwell in patterns of darkness
Rehearsing structures of light
With winged angels buzzing around me
To aid my soul in flight.
-Jehanah-
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