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*Blest.*
When I was in attendance at the churches of my youth we were
Blest by The God Who Existed Beyond (in unison our voices
sang those responses: "Blest! Blest! We are Blest by You,
O our Father!")
When
I discovered the Goddess, I discovered a whole new cadence
for the word: bless-ed. One discovery had nothing to do with
the other; they simply evolved at the same time. But this
new pronunciation changed the very language of my existence.
Bless-ed.
One perfect little trochee. The heart's own and only murmur:
I am. I am. Thus is one bless-ed from both within and without.
What
is She, that alone among her pantheon has the courage to change
form and mate with snakes? Why, bless-ed is She
And
what of the apronful of gifts she gives us, beauty, love,
inspiration and success? Why, they are all that we have, and
all that we might be.
Thus,
bless-ed are both me and thee.
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by Anne Markel
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