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