Invocation

 

I am the cup,

The chalice of life

Ever-filled, ever-flowing

Molded by what I hold

Shaping what I pour

I am the waters of creation.

 

I am the sword,

Giver of death and spring

Ever-sharp, ever-piercing

Edged by what is true

Cutting what is not

I am the fires of rebirth.

 

I am the censer,

Keeper of the air

Ever-fresh, ever-blowing

Scented by what I touch

Moving with my will--

I am the winds of change.

I am the salt,

Purifier of Earth

Ever-seasoned, ever healing,

Birthed by what is rock

Growing with the world

I am the spice of Mother.

 

I am the pentacle,

Circle of the void

Ever-changing, ever-returning

Pointed by the elements

Beginning with my end

I am the essence of magic.

 

Patricia Telesco

_A Victorian Grimoire_