She walks in magic shimmering, glimmering…
Sparkling as a rare and blessed jewel.
Her power is in her eyes, simmering
On the brink of knowing, a coveted tool.
Take her wisdom and her magic
Into the New Year, the new dawn
Where things may be tragic
But her knowledge will cease all wrongs.
I can see her majesty and destiny.
The feminine divine, Blessed Be!
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 