I light candles for the Lord and Lady,
I pray that time will not wither,
Nor make a love true be shady.
I lift my brother to the Goddess,
Ask for her divine healing,
Pray that he handles the stress,
So he can be again Kneeling.
In your praise and to your worship,
For the Lord and Lady true,
For he was born and bred to this,
And his blood come from the Fae, the few.
I ask for a blessing, for a healing,
I pray for strength to fight what may be,
I give my heart to you while kneeling,
For as I will, SO MOTE IT BE!*