Besom Sweeps

By Andre Desjardins

I take up this broom into my hand

A besom to cleanse wherever I stand

Crafted carefully and filled with love

To make this place below like above

Now sweep this place of circle cast three

Allow that within to be set free

Create a space cleansed and pure

Every stroke made, more deft and sure

Cast out all that would hinder or harm

Let there be nothing here to cause alarm

Each graceful stroke serves the cause

And draws away our weakness and flaws

Serving the lady as you purify this space

Prepared also for our Lord in all his grace

To each bristle I give all my might

So my work is successful on this night

This place is cleansed now for any to see

So I give a kiss in thanks and say, So mote it be