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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  




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By Nelson Boon


To Prepare the Circle


I take the broom and start the sweep;

This circle life shall safely keep.

All dirt and dust, I drive away

To cleanse this place for those who stay.

Unwholesome thought from in this place

Will disappear without a trace.

Around and round, I make my turn

That light herein may safely burn.

With cleansing broom, I go around

That in this place warm love be found.

All baleful spirits now depart

To leave firm law within our heart.

With each new stroke, the end draws near

And lets us practice without fear,

And welcome in the gods above,

And celebrate this night in love.

So mote it be.



To Close the Circle


Our circle now has been undone

Before the morning brings the sun.

By prying eye is no sign seen

To show where we this night have been.

In secret we each other meet,

And come the Ancient Ones to greet.

The rites we celebrated here

Have brought our hearts deserved cheer.

No trace we leave upon the earth,

The Lady who has giv’n us birth.

The Lord’s dim glade we now restore

To him whose power lives evermore.

And with these last, light besom strokes

Beneath the ancient, tow’ring oaks,

Our presence here is swept away

Till next we come at close of day.

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