Hail to the sacred west,
Rivers, oceans, & crashing waves, Water of the womb within, sacred dew that soil craves. Praise be water in all it's forms, Even when it's pouring rain, Gentle caress from the sacred moon, reliever of emotional pain. Intuition within our hearts, drops that fall from sunset skies, blessed be the sacred pagan hearth, may you never say goodbye! May water wash harm from your soil, May gentle rain caress your skin, Emotions flow from within our hearts, & free our mortal flesh of sin. Holy water in the sacred west, May you bless our modest hearth, We call you now into our rites, Until you feel you must depart!
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Lady WynnieLady Wynnie is the ArchPriestess and founder of Covenant of the Rose. She is also a talented writer who will be blogging about the coven and it's happenings! Archives
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