Here in my circle I whisper your name
Come to me gently and gently you came
As a leaf on a breeze your presence is found
to fill me with awe and wrap itself round
my quivering being so helpless, so pure
in the art of conjuring
things not raised before
Your blessings I take and thank you with care
As the offerings I give we break and we share
The circle is closed and homeward we go
Richer for feeling and knowing your power