The Candle

The Candle

by TB Kelley

The candle is lit and the darkness fades

To the divine I hope & pray

Bless me and my family too

Bless us in all the things we do

Light the way for our prayers to be heard

May the divine hear every word

The candle is lit, and fire burns

Our thoughts and prayers will be heard

Blessed be my family & I

Blessed be my love thou divine.


TB Kelley is a follower of the Old Ways, worshiping the Earth and all her creations. Hecate is her Matron Goddess. She enjoys writing Poetry, Rituals & Spells. She is a Mother of 3 children and 3 fur children.
Knowledge is her passion.

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