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MidSummer's Eve 2014

By John I. Blair

Sitting in the dusty Grove
On hard unyielding benches
Like stone mastabas

We proclaimed peace
In four directions;
Purified the circle

With air, fire, water, earth;
Invoked protection,
Understanding, strength,

Knowledge, justice, love,
Earth our Mother,
All goodness.

This fed our spirits;
This was true;
This was holy.

But holier by far
Were three ant lion cones,
Two children,
And a single feather.

2014 John I. Blair

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