This is my rededication to Wicca written back in May of 1998. I wrote this during a poetry reading with some friends. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This path I've chosen Is old indeed Of plants and trees Sky and breeze Circles are the way Turning with the seasons Full of laughter along with strife Magick in everything Look, it's everywhere The sun in rising The moon in phases Life goes on in a circle this way Birth, living, dying, flying Earth, Air, Fire, Water Growing, breathing, cooking, swimming The path is old and worn Many before me And more behind I shall walk this way for time to pass.