Weave the words

To hold the world

in beauty –

Murmur the spells

To cast a net

Of peace –

Bring magic

Into fullness

And salvation –

Delivering us all

From ourselves

And the destruction

We have wrought –

The world waits

Breath caught

For the tides

To be turned –

And the venom

Poisoning us

To be drawn out –

While quiet magic


One person

One space

At a time –

And calm

Returns once more ~ Caroline A. Slee


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