Wiccan Poetry

The Goddess speaks to me,
In the constant babbling of the stream,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the heat of a sun beam,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the fierce rush of the breeze,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the gentle rustling of the leaves,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the soft patter of cat paws,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the fiery colours of the Fall,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the still of the night Rocking me tenderly,
Saying everything is all right And,
Although others don't understand my way,
The Goddess speaks to me each and every day.