a prayer for the hours before dawn

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In the moon just past fullness, a crescent pared from its belly, remember you are blessed.
In the white of night when none sleep, remember you are blessed.
When the owls call out the small creatures, driven by fear from the leaves, remember you are blessed.
When the veil wreathes the pockmarked face in a pale halo, remember you are blessed.
When the coyotes keen on the ridge and the hounds reply, remember you are blessed.
When the deer amble in their feast and hunger, remember you are blessed.
When marshlights dance at the crossroads, remember you are blessed.
When Midhir measures time in his pale hand and age beckons in the black curve of space, remember you are blessed.
When the stars are lost in dawn’s haze, remember you are blessed.

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About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
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