New Year, New Sights


This November I went O’er my previous sights
I saw a glorious view in a bright hue,
It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way.
I come to it openly and with a heavy heart
I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
The God and Goddess let me be me and free.
Freedom, joy, and wealth, the elements,
The earth, the wind, the fire, the water, O spirit, O soul, O me my pagan soul is now awakened and free.

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