The full moon casts it’s shadows far beneath it on the land
where the sisters three have gathered circling the fire as they join hands
The water there beside them,the earth holds firm below
a breeze carries their whispers to the Higher Power they have bestowed
A song escapes from one as two joins in harmony
a unity soon follows when two then becomes three
The wild of night bear witness to the enchantment of the clan
as no other mortal dare to venture where in the night three sisters stand
Hush you in the outer sphere dare not liberate a pant
watch closely as their bodies sway listen to their blessed chant
With the circle never broken in an eternal unaltered rite
the universe connects with magic where it with the three unites
intertwining an ethereal image with a gift of making rhyme
They are one with all that is or was,three sisters navigating time
Author notes
triunity: n. A group consisting of three closely related members, also called trinity
One of One of One
This one is for you Leigh (my real life baby sister), the youngest of we, three..
Walk your path in the Light..it is not my own to follow.. some moments, I'll accompany you.
Comments
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The magic is tangible in the atmosphere shrouding your words. Our hearts and souls are bonded to those of others (in this plane more to some than to others) while all are intertwined in universal unity. I sensed the power of your words to the core and hope the same will be the case for the ones you wrote this poem for. Mystic rites are not without meaning as this ignorant world often assumes. It is merely the way in which communication is conducted with higher realms and when done from respect and understanding between entities that are aware of the presence and guidance of The Light such is a thing is what we must take seriously and preform from an awareness incited by The Light. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
Chris
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