The
Wicker Temple
By the light of the moon she weaves her temple.
She sits and twists and turns embodying all that is sacred, beautiful, mystical
and mysterious.
As
a priestess she walks the path alone to the temple but once inside
she is never alone. Her sisters are there and those that come
to her for healing.
She
is the sacred whore, her body is her temple, through her, in
her arms you will find the goddess. In her bower under the stars
you will find the healer. And you will be healed.
She
weaves the bower of woods sacred to healing, she is the wicker
priestess. She weavers her temple of oak, and ash, of holly and
willow of cedar and…
To
her breast she will take you, bring you close and take you far.
She
is the Wicker Priestess.
She
will dance with you and weep with you, she will take your pain
and release you from woe. She will kiss your brow and sing you
to sleep and she will breath peace into your heart. She can take
you in and let you go.
She
is the wicker priestess..
