I am standing at a crossroads,
my hands lifted to you in praise.
It was you who brought me everything,
when my mind was under a haze.
Stress carries itself, upon heavy shoulders,
eyes downcast and eyelids droopy, tired and dismayed,
You found me when I felt at my worst,
and guided me along my way…
At the crossroad, I bury a gift,
a treasured item held only for a day,
A symbol here, I leave to you, before i turn to walk away.
A sound drifts to me,
a distant howl,
And at last, my journey is complete at home,
Your hand I know I feel,
still guiding me each day, it seems,
and your blessings are surreal.
As though walking in a dream,
it is my faith that brought me here.
Each day I know,
when I come home,
I cross the threshold in gratitude,
and count your blessings anew.
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Blessed Be, Dear Reader;
Again, a poem written from purely personal experience. When a God or Goddess touches your life, and you feel their blessings in multiple ways, it is hard to deny holding faith in them. While I do not openly express my faith to everyone I meet, I recently began venerating Hecate, and can with surety say that she does not leave you once you reach out to her. Each offering I leave gives me goosebumps, and each day offers new opportunities and blessings. I have reached out to other Gods and Goddesses before, but have never felt their presence with quite the depth I feel Hers to be. It is a wonderful gift, and one I meet with gratitude and happiness each day.
Live life to the fullest, and find something to be thankful for each day 🙂