I think of thee,
My family
And my heart overflows.
We all are of one spirit
Even as our circle grows.

I sing of thee,
My kinsmen.
My songs shall fill the air.
I will sing of tears and laughter,
Of the love that we all share.

I chant with thee,
My kindred souls.
Intention we manifest.
In perfect love and perfect trust,
Our magick divinely blessed.

I walk with thee,
My gentle folk,
Along this sacred path.
I will always be beside thee,
We shall withstand all wrath.

I pray for thee,
My loved ones,
May blessings fall like rain.
May thy wisdom carry on,
May thy legacy remain.

I thank thee,
Brothers and sisters,
For thy love you give so free.
May our circle never be broken.
As it is,
Shall mote it be.

... Moone

(for my pack, the Wolfpath kin)

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