Medicine Woman
Souls are calling, dusk lays heavy The fire is dancing bright and wicked She’s there As still as night She contemplates the void Her great cape of many knowings Her tousled hair She waits Then calls the helpers on the wind For it is time for healing Sage and Incense permeate the air Bringing the magic closer still She drums and rattles and hums her tune Inviting others from unseen places ‘Come to me’ she whispers Finally, the laying on of hands begins Her world touches this She breathes understanding, giving to another The wounded soul cries out The sound carries across the skies ‘Bring me home great mother, I am ready’
Souls are calling, dusk lays heavy The fire is dancing bright and wicked She’s there As still as night She contemplates the void Her great cape of many knowings Her tousled hair She waits Then calls the helpers on the wind For it is time for healing Sage and Incense permeate the air Bringing the magic closer still She drums and rattles and hums her tune Inviting others from unseen places ‘Come to me’ she whispers Finally, the laying on of hands begins Her world touches this She breathes understanding, giving to another The wounded soul cries out The sound carries across the skies ‘Bring me home great mother, I am ready’