Amazing Grace, how sweet the Earth
That bore a witch like me.
I once was burned, now I survive
Was hung and now I sing.
"Twas Grace that drew down the moon
And Grace that raised the seas.
The magic in the peoples' will
Will set our mother free.
We face the East and breathe the winds
That move across the Earth.
From gentle breeze to hurricane,
Our breath will bring forth change.
Turn toward the South and feel the fire
That burns in you and me.
The spirit's flame will rise again
And burn eternally.
We greet the West, our souls awash
In tides of primal birth.
Our tears and blood, our pain and love
Will cleanse and heal the Earth.
Reach to the North and know your roots
Down deep ancestral caves.
We find the wisdom of the Crone,
"Of circles we are made."
Amazing Earth, enduring life,
From death unto rebirth.
'Tis Earth I am and Earth I love,
And Earth I'll always be.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the Earth
That bore witches like we.
We once were burned, now we survive,
Were hung but now we sing.
Goddess Bless, so mote it be.
Our magic spirals on.
Merry meet and merry part,
And merry meet again.
~unknown~
