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by Beth Dobbs

Created on: July 14, 2008

"Ancient Wisdom"

The moon rose slowly
Beth entered the circle
For the first time.
Her sisters embraced her
With their minds and with their arms.
Their spells protected her
And hers them
From a harsh world
Full of pain,
Full of danger.
Their religion was old,
The Earth-worship of
Celts of long ago passed
Into legend,
Mistrust,
Then obscurity.
A fringe cult
To hear the news
But family to the women
Who lived by the teachings
Of Goddess and of
Mother Earth,
The creators of all.

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