As One; Old Wiccan Wisdom Poetry

Shawl adorned,
Familiar black dog beside;
The Wiccan priest, his mind forewarned.
To an ancient Crede he must abide.
Many decades,
Graybeard muttering truth aloud;
Others devoted to selfish, personal charades.
Our life scarred soul now unceasingly proud.
Heartfelt humbleness,
Judge not of others;
Step away from beings exhibiting doubleness.
Bonded through energy we are all brothers.
Days end,
Approaching those not listening;
Earthbound we must begin to mend.
Become one while humanity is still glistening.
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