כ'א באלול תשס״ט
Belz 22
In follow-up to Spirit Night In The Land Of The Living, a witch's psalm:
My soul is sated with deep affection, even at the brink of Sheol.
I am counted with those who come up from the Pit;
I am a woman who is able,
blessed among the dead, who are like bodies rising from the grave
of whom we are mindful ever more, they are embraced in our hands.
We have been placed at the mouth of the Pit,
over the darkest places, over the depths,
by the wall of ascension, where the wholy broken vessels we meet.
see Psalm 88:4-8
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A Witch's Psalm
Posted by Lori at 7:23 PM
Labels: poetry, spirit night
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