Blessing

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Recently,
I asked for a blessing.
Bless me, I said,
and my work too.
The blessing came back to me
written down neatly.
I felt it move through me.
Blue roses,
expanding into sky
and heart weaved golden light.
I felt each cell refresh and magnify.
I saw the giant tree
of my being
it’s branches teeming
with angel and faeiry.
And a crescent moon overseeing
women gathered in ceremony or ritual
chanting their hope
their love
their knowing.
Recently,
I asked for a blessing
and discovered it
a living being.