The Ravens Came . . .
The sky turned black with a rush of
Feathers, beating against my heart
Cloud lifted into breathless space
Where my tears could fall like rain
They carried me
On the wings of ravens
Black as being
Bright as belief
I have come home
To light the fires
And keep them burning
With the tinder of blessings
I stand in the dark
I am here
posted by Unknown @ 7:40 PM
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Your have always borne light into my world Winnie but tonight your light burns so brightly that it is illuminating the night skies of the Southern Hemisphere.
love Heather
You are both in my innermost thoughts tonight, you two brave women who have brought understanding, support and a lighting of the spirit through these past years. My words cannot say what we all know of you both. Fran
It's not so long ago that the ravens came to me and brought their magic. It is right now that they should return to the Raven Mistress in her hour of need.
The sound of their wings as they fly south is audible in the candle's glow.
Thank you, Winnie, for this poem and may all the gods and goddesses that are and that ever were bless you, Heather, and Darryl with their healing.
Love, Vi
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