Samhain Blessings from me and Myster C. Our candles are lit and our pumpkins carved.
A poem by Sabrina Dearborn taken from The Barefoot Book of Blessings
At this time of dark and night,
spirits often give a fright.
We call upon the ancient dead,
circling now around our head.
Bring the blessings from before,
while we stand with open door.
Ancient spirits hear us now,
peace and love we do avow.
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