Confirmation

Circle of stones, around an oak tree, in the dark
Soft whispers of the wind, and the rough feel of the bark

Step in to the hallow, take a sip from the wine
The brightness of stars, and a search for divine

Calling out to the spirits, calling out to your fame
Strange incantations, calling out to your name

Bless this alter, the offerings have been burned
In search of my spirit, my soul is returned

(M. N. R.)
28 APRIL 2018