Jun 23 2008
Reed
Reed
Bid me now this spell unfold,
A pinch of salt, a horny toad,
A bit of magic, well foretold.
A sing song sung in days of old.
Now breathe thee deep the power of son,
Breathe thee deep, this will be fun,
Breathe deep and smile with childish pride,
Breathe deep, bring energy inside.
Breathe deep and see a brand new day.
Where magic once again holds sway.
And Michael with a hoary laugh,
Performs a jig with ancient staff.
And lightly touches forehead frown,
And lightly whispers,
Al-ka-zom.
And gently smiles, so all can see,
The miracle of a god that’s thee,
And if by chance you cannot see,
Then read this rhyme each day times three.
And share it with those high and low,
For short the time, they’ll come to know.
A pinch of salt, a horny toad.
A little spell that breaks your mold.
A sing song sung in days of old.
Deep magic that was once foretold.
©2006 Michael Sharp
http://www.michaelsharp.org
