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**I'm writing this poem about my past and present spirituality.
About where I was then and where I'm now going.
For some readers it may be a true reality.
But for some, they will read this without ever knowing.**
Going back a few months I was a Witch, to be honest.
This was my path, I will give it my all I had promised.
The Craft was fulfilling and gave me peace of mind.
And being left alone Wicca gave me what I couldn't find.
I was a good Witch, learned a ton and stuck to the rules.
I had an alter, oils, insence, and for spells all of the tools.
"Harm None," "The Law of Three Fold," "The Wiccan Reede."
I read books, held rituals, still love everything living down to the seed!
But things have changed and my path has been shifted.
And my Wiccan ways are now slowly being lifted.
I stepped into a Church, I listened, felt and even saw some things.
The words, the love, the strength, "wait" did the Pastor just have wings?!
I fought and I fought, confused on what I should do.
A voice then said "Don't fight, just look inside of you."
I've never left that Church since the day I stepped in.
And my old Wiccan ways have grown very, very slim.
I still fight to understand who's right and who's wrong.
I still wonder where in life I really truly belong.
But I know this path feels true and right.
And I will make the promise to hold on to it tight!
**I'm still feeling out my new path and slowly making my way.
Struggling to ignore the shadows I'm seeing of my past.
While still on the edge I pray I will never again go astray.
About the Lord and his son Jesus I'm finally learning at last.
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