Catechism For A Witch's Child
by J.L. Stanley

When they ask to see your gods, your book of prayers
show them lines drawn delicately with veins on the underside of a bird's wing
tell them you believe in giant sycamores mottled and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen stars crack open spilling streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drank the holy wine of honeysuckle on a warm spring day
and of the softness of your mother who never taught you death was life's reward
but who believed in the earth and the sun and a million, million light years of being. http://triquetrax3.homestead.com/index.html