Cauldron of Change

Cauldron of Change

by TB Kelley

Nature is changing the wheel it turns

dead to life it always returns

Learning to dance on the sands of time

watching your life as it passes you by

Remembering of how it used to be

thinking of what will come to thee

Watching and waiting for the end to near

Knowing it’s been a great life here

You welcome the change as the wheel it turns

bringing you back to the cauldron of rebirth


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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