A Prayer.

An ode to an old friend.

An altar,
Of flowers and fire.

A chief,
And his equal.

A gathering,
Of strangers,
And the moon.

This is a prayer,
For those here,
And those beyond,
So we can get well,
And remember,
Who we once were.

This circle is something different.
Something rare.
So perfect
It feels beyond human hands.

But that’s what makes this ceremony,
So special,
Friends together,
Working to create
Not something unique
Or beautiful.
But something honest,
Humble,
And pure.