The Essence Of My Core

• Meg Atkin-robertson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2011

Hear now the word of witches,
The shadows dancing with light,
We trust the mystical energy of the moon,
To hide our secrets at night,

Among the mysterious talking trees and owls with glowing eyes,
A sisterhood of witches; my coven that others despise,
We circle sacred fires at dusk,
And call upon in love and trust,

I see her face in the moon,
I see his face in the sun,
I hold their creation in the palm of my hands,
A symbol of life, love and fun,

I feel them, their presence encompassing me with courage and love,
They inspire me to take flight,
To trust my spirit and the soul singing deep within me,
My mother, father, goddesses and gods; I am them - they are me.