Times in our Lives
There are times in our lives that we feel alone.
There are times in our lives when we stand alone.
There are times in our lives that we sleep alone.
There are times in our lives that we walk alone.
There are people that remain with us during these times.
There are people that remain with us when we feel alone.
There are people that remain with us when there is darkness.
There are people that remain with us when the cold encircles us.
We hear their voices on the wind.
We hear their voices on the waves that rise on the Loch.
We hear their voices as the music from the pipes flow to us.
We hear their voices as the power of the fire rises from the cauldron.
We hear their voices as we stand bared foot on the damp earth and feel the energy rise beneath us.
We close our eyes and feel them come to us.
We bow our head before them.
We feel them enter our souls.
We know the comfort and compassion that they give us.
With eyes open we turn and see that we are encircled by our Sisters.
With eyes open we turn and see the Witches of the past stand with our Sisters.
With eyes open we turn and see the animals as they stand with our Sisters and the Witches of the past.
With eyes open we turn and see the elements rise as they stand with our Sisters, the Witches from the past and the animals most loved.
With eyes open we see her...The Goddess with the moon rays that raise all our powers.She takes our hands and pulls us to her love.
With eyes open we see that we are loved and cared for by those who encircle us this night and all nights.
Copyright JoAnne Spiese 2010
All Rights Reserved.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I am Witch
I stand on the mountain top and see the heather below me sway in the wind.
The sun has set and the moon rises to its fullness.
I stand and feel the gentle fall of rain and see the waves on the Loch rise and fall. I find comfort in this action that is repeated.
I stand next to the cauldron and feel the heat from the fire.The flames grow strong and bright under the moon light.
I stand feet bared on the earth and feel the cold and damp of the leaves.The trees maintain their vigilance for my protection.
I have come this night to proclaim my dedication to the Goddess.For she is all to me as I am to her.
I have come this night as my Sisters have called to me to be there on this mountain under this moon.
I have come this night alone yet there are many with me.For I am never alone.Not this night or any other night.
I have come this night to bare my soul to the Goddess and join her as her daughter.
I turn North and summon the Witches that have gone before me.
I turn East and summon the Withes that are here now.
I turn South and summon the Witches that will come after me.
I turn West and summon the Witches unknown to themselves.
I raise my hands and receive the Goddess.
I raise my head and receive her light.
I raise my heart and am filled with her Love.
I raise my soul and find her compassion.
For on this night as her daughter ,I have become a Witch.
I am the past , the present and the future.
I am love, joy compassion and light.
I am all that I should be.
I am all that I shall be.
I am all that I could be.
For I am Witch ...
Copyright JoAnne Spiese
2010
The sun has set and the moon rises to its fullness.
I stand and feel the gentle fall of rain and see the waves on the Loch rise and fall. I find comfort in this action that is repeated.
I stand next to the cauldron and feel the heat from the fire.The flames grow strong and bright under the moon light.
I stand feet bared on the earth and feel the cold and damp of the leaves.The trees maintain their vigilance for my protection.
I have come this night to proclaim my dedication to the Goddess.For she is all to me as I am to her.
I have come this night as my Sisters have called to me to be there on this mountain under this moon.
I have come this night alone yet there are many with me.For I am never alone.Not this night or any other night.
I have come this night to bare my soul to the Goddess and join her as her daughter.
I turn North and summon the Witches that have gone before me.
I turn East and summon the Withes that are here now.
I turn South and summon the Witches that will come after me.
I turn West and summon the Witches unknown to themselves.
I raise my hands and receive the Goddess.
I raise my head and receive her light.
I raise my heart and am filled with her Love.
I raise my soul and find her compassion.
For on this night as her daughter ,I have become a Witch.
I am the past , the present and the future.
I am love, joy compassion and light.
I am all that I should be.
I am all that I shall be.
I am all that I could be.
For I am Witch ...
Copyright JoAnne Spiese
2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Joining of Witches
We stand in a clearing in the forest surrounded by the majesty of the pines.
We can hear the whispers of our ancestors as the wind blows over the loch.
We here the pipes in the distance their song meant for us.
We have been called by the Goddess for this, nite our power to merge.
We stand before the Goddess, unashamed by our nakedness in the moon lite.
He calls for the elements to come forward.
He calls on these who have passed for their power.
He draws down the moon for us.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his power.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his desire.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his energy.
I stand quietly at his side and feel safe.
I stand quietly waiting for him and know what is expected.
I stand quietly ready for him and feel the urge in my body.
I stand quietly and am ready for him.
I can feel the wind as he removes my robe.
I can feel the dirt as I lie on the ground.
I can feel the rain as it gently falls on us.
I can feel the fire from him as he enters me.
We have merged out power.
We have connected our bodies.
We have combined our souls.
We have honored the Goddess.
We have known each other in the past.
We have known each other in the present.
What has been will be again
What has been, has been completed this nite.
What has been will always be, we are one.
He has given me his power in this most sacred act.
I have given him all that I am.
He has given me all that he has.
I have given him all my desire.
He has given me all he possesses.
I have given him my heart.
He has given me his soul which I will keep safe.
We are Witches and all belongs to us.
Copyright JoAnne Spiese 2010
We can hear the whispers of our ancestors as the wind blows over the loch.
We here the pipes in the distance their song meant for us.
We have been called by the Goddess for this, nite our power to merge.
We stand before the Goddess, unashamed by our nakedness in the moon lite.
He calls for the elements to come forward.
He calls on these who have passed for their power.
He draws down the moon for us.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his power.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his desire.
He takes my hand in his and I feel his energy.
I stand quietly at his side and feel safe.
I stand quietly waiting for him and know what is expected.
I stand quietly ready for him and feel the urge in my body.
I stand quietly and am ready for him.
I can feel the wind as he removes my robe.
I can feel the dirt as I lie on the ground.
I can feel the rain as it gently falls on us.
I can feel the fire from him as he enters me.
We have merged out power.
We have connected our bodies.
We have combined our souls.
We have honored the Goddess.
We have known each other in the past.
We have known each other in the present.
What has been will be again
What has been, has been completed this nite.
What has been will always be, we are one.
He has given me his power in this most sacred act.
I have given him all that I am.
He has given me all that he has.
I have given him all my desire.
He has given me all he possesses.
I have given him my heart.
He has given me his soul which I will keep safe.
We are Witches and all belongs to us.
Copyright JoAnne Spiese 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
The Gathering
The gathering has been called by the Goddess
My brothers and sisters have gathered in the clearing.
We are unknown to each other except for this nite.
We hear the pipes in the distance.
We stand in the place of those before us.
We have prepared for this nite.
We are covered by protection and love of our Goddess.
We stand before her naked as she sees us.
The stag and the crow have come to join the gathering.
The elements are called:
We feel the wind
We feel the rain
We feel the earth beneath us
We feel the heat of the fire
We form the circle and the energy rises.
We are connected to each other in the way of the Witch.
Our Blessings have been sent and heard.
Our energy has risen from the earth to the wind and has been released.
We close our nite as the moon remains full.
We release hands but remain connected to travel thru our lives for we are Witches.
copyright , JoAnne Spiese 2010
My brothers and sisters have gathered in the clearing.
We are unknown to each other except for this nite.
We hear the pipes in the distance.
We stand in the place of those before us.
We have prepared for this nite.
We are covered by protection and love of our Goddess.
We stand before her naked as she sees us.
The stag and the crow have come to join the gathering.
The elements are called:
We feel the wind
We feel the rain
We feel the earth beneath us
We feel the heat of the fire
We form the circle and the energy rises.
We are connected to each other in the way of the Witch.
Our Blessings have been sent and heard.
Our energy has risen from the earth to the wind and has been released.
We close our nite as the moon remains full.
We release hands but remain connected to travel thru our lives for we are Witches.
copyright , JoAnne Spiese 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
To My Brother
I stand with my brother as we are called to the Goddess.
I feel his hand in mine as the Goddess shine her grace on us.
I can feel his heart as the Goddess takes us together in her love.
I can hear his thoughts as the Goddess guides us through the woods.
I know that his power comes from his mind and we find ourselves in the clearing of the woods.
He raise his words to the wind and they travel thru the air.
He raises his arms to the Goddess and her power travels to him.
He draws down the moon and we are covered in her light.
He takes my hand in his and his power travel to me,I feel it in my soul.
Our words are shared .
Our deeds are shared.
Our memories are shared.
Our thoughts are shared
Our power is shared.
We are Witches and we have become one through the Goddess and we share all that she has and all that she has given to us.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
I feel his hand in mine as the Goddess shine her grace on us.
I can feel his heart as the Goddess takes us together in her love.
I can hear his thoughts as the Goddess guides us through the woods.
I know that his power comes from his mind and we find ourselves in the clearing of the woods.
He raise his words to the wind and they travel thru the air.
He raises his arms to the Goddess and her power travels to him.
He draws down the moon and we are covered in her light.
He takes my hand in his and his power travel to me,I feel it in my soul.
Our words are shared .
Our deeds are shared.
Our memories are shared.
Our thoughts are shared
Our power is shared.
We are Witches and we have become one through the Goddess and we share all that she has and all that she has given to us.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
Our Brothers
The duality of the world can be seen around us daily.In nature as much as in our lives. We need the combination of the Goddess and the God to complete the circle.
What I have noticed is that their are a lot of us that have forgotten to add the brothers to our circles. We need them to make the circle complete and I am one Witch that feels their absence makes the circle incomplete.
I welcome my brothers to my circle and now it is one with the Lord and Lady. We see that their energy added to ours makes the circle stronger and closer to nature. We have returned to what should be the female and male in unison
The Goddess and the God are one and also separate. As we with our male counter parts are one and then separated. We have joined in the circle and then separated we leave the circle yet their energy combined with ours grows and encircles us... Blessed Be
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
What I have noticed is that their are a lot of us that have forgotten to add the brothers to our circles. We need them to make the circle complete and I am one Witch that feels their absence makes the circle incomplete.
I welcome my brothers to my circle and now it is one with the Lord and Lady. We see that their energy added to ours makes the circle stronger and closer to nature. We have returned to what should be the female and male in unison
The Goddess and the God are one and also separate. As we with our male counter parts are one and then separated. We have joined in the circle and then separated we leave the circle yet their energy combined with ours grows and encircles us... Blessed Be
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Witching Hour
The Witching hour has begun as I am drawn into a small clearing in the forest.
I stand still before the Goddess, our Mother.
I can feel the stag's stare as he watches me from a distance.
I can feel the wind on my skin as it encircles me and runs through my hair.
I feel the wet dirt beneath my feet as I stand bare before the Goddess.
I can feel the moon as she reaches my soul with her rays.
I smell the heather and it triggers past memories.
I smell the smoke from the burning fires.
I hear the cries of my ancestors.
I hear there pleas for mercy.
I feel their tears as they run down my face.
I feel the burning on my skin.
I feel their pain and mine , past and present.
My heart beats rapidly as their fear rises and engulfs me,yet there is a calm entering my heart.
I hear the whispers of my Sisters as they send their love.
I hear the Goddess as she speaks to me.
I feel the love of the Goddess as she takes me into her arms.
I am loved
I am comforted
I am safe
I am her daughter
I am a Witch
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
I stand still before the Goddess, our Mother.
I can feel the stag's stare as he watches me from a distance.
I can feel the wind on my skin as it encircles me and runs through my hair.
I feel the wet dirt beneath my feet as I stand bare before the Goddess.
I can feel the moon as she reaches my soul with her rays.
I smell the heather and it triggers past memories.
I smell the smoke from the burning fires.
I hear the cries of my ancestors.
I hear there pleas for mercy.
I feel their tears as they run down my face.
I feel the burning on my skin.
I feel their pain and mine , past and present.
My heart beats rapidly as their fear rises and engulfs me,yet there is a calm entering my heart.
I hear the whispers of my Sisters as they send their love.
I hear the Goddess as she speaks to me.
I feel the love of the Goddess as she takes me into her arms.
I am loved
I am comforted
I am safe
I am her daughter
I am a Witch
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Sad Eyes
Have you ever looked into a Witches eyes ? What you will find is a sadness. There is sadness in our eyes for all that we have seen through our the centuries.The torture, the hangings, the burnings.
When we close our eyes we can still see what has gone before us and can feel for all those who have died for us.
We must never forget about those who have suffered so much and those who still suffer for what they practice.
We must not forget the way our earth cries in pain for what has been done to her.
We must not forget the animals that were a gift to us and who we have killed for their land and for profit.
We must protect those who have no voice.
That is why when you look into a Witches eyes you see sadness.
copyright, Joanne Spiese 2010
When we close our eyes we can still see what has gone before us and can feel for all those who have died for us.
We must never forget about those who have suffered so much and those who still suffer for what they practice.
We must not forget the way our earth cries in pain for what has been done to her.
We must not forget the animals that were a gift to us and who we have killed for their land and for profit.
We must protect those who have no voice.
That is why when you look into a Witches eyes you see sadness.
copyright, Joanne Spiese 2010
My Sisters
The evening has descended and all is still.
I can hear my heart beat as I wait for the moons fullness.
I can hear the wind as it travels to me.
I stand in the clearing waiting for what is to come.
I stand naked before the Goddess as she knows who I am.
I feel my Sisters as they come for me.
I feel their love as they encircle me.
I hear the thoughts of those who have gone before me.
I hear their Blessings as they are sent to me.
I know what has been asked of me.
I know what is expected of me.
I have become one with the past,the present and the future.
I am a daughter of the Goddess.
I am a Sister to those who stand with me
I am a Witch ,past, present and future.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
I can hear my heart beat as I wait for the moons fullness.
I can hear the wind as it travels to me.
I stand in the clearing waiting for what is to come.
I stand naked before the Goddess as she knows who I am.
I feel my Sisters as they come for me.
I feel their love as they encircle me.
I hear the thoughts of those who have gone before me.
I hear their Blessings as they are sent to me.
I know what has been asked of me.
I know what is expected of me.
I have become one with the past,the present and the future.
I am a daughter of the Goddess.
I am a Sister to those who stand with me
I am a Witch ,past, present and future.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
coven
I can hear the pipes on the wind.
I can see the heather sway as it moves with the wind.
I can hear the call for the Witches.
As I stand near the forest edge I see the Witches gather.
I seen them form their circle in the clearing under the moons full lite.
Their hands raised to the Lady and the Lord.
I hear their chants as it flows to me on the breeze.
They have called the elements forward.
They have drawn the moon down
Their energy fills the circle and I can feel it in my soul.
The Goddess is present and has filled them and me with her grace.
She surges through my body and I become one with the Witches.
We fly to heights that have not been reached before.
Their energy becomes mine,their words are mine, their memories are mine,their presence is mine....A Witch I am.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
I can see the heather sway as it moves with the wind.
I can hear the call for the Witches.
As I stand near the forest edge I see the Witches gather.
I seen them form their circle in the clearing under the moons full lite.
Their hands raised to the Lady and the Lord.
I hear their chants as it flows to me on the breeze.
They have called the elements forward.
They have drawn the moon down
Their energy fills the circle and I can feel it in my soul.
The Goddess is present and has filled them and me with her grace.
She surges through my body and I become one with the Witches.
We fly to heights that have not been reached before.
Their energy becomes mine,their words are mine, their memories are mine,their presence is mine....A Witch I am.
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
poem
Feel me in your heart
Feel me in your soul
Feel my touch on your face
Hear my whisper.
Hear my thoughts.
Hear my words
As a daughter of the Goddess,
Know that I will always be with you.
Know that there is no distance for us.
Know that you are Loved
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
Feel me in your soul
Feel my touch on your face
Hear my whisper.
Hear my thoughts.
Hear my words
As a daughter of the Goddess,
Know that I will always be with you.
Know that there is no distance for us.
Know that you are Loved
copyright, JoAnne Spiese 2010
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