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
Transforms
One person
One space
At a time –
And calm
Returns once more ~ Caroline A. Slee