
A poem about a common misconception of the Wiccan faith - we don't perform sacrifices to our gods
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 254 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 3 - Published: 01-10-05 - id: 1804485
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No blood on my altar, my path stems from love
A faith that won't falter for Goddess above
No wicked enchantments, no malevolent spells
No shadow of darkness within my heart dwells
No conical hat or wart on my nose
No malignant thought from my mind flows
There are flowers on the alter for a Goddess that cares
For every living creature, for all things are Hers
I chant out the spell, spin my words to new heights
Singing and praising in utter delight
Each plant a companion, each animal a brother
All living creatures that should love one another
Linked in a chain, each life-form from birth
So we're forming a circle all round the Earth
Bright the enchantment, within our minds cast
Blessing and guiding as we follow our path
So look past the legends, set your mind free
Open your eyes and look closer to see
A faith that is shining as bright as a star
Sending the light of love out far
See the love in our faces as in covens we meet
To honour the seasons that are turning so sweet
Hear the Goddess of nature and know as I do
There's no blood on Her altars, her love's lasting and true
Each life is a blessing and we must let it grow
Our reverence to nature to all we will show
So join in my blessing, whatever faith you may be
There's no blood on my altar, please don't fear me.
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