The Spell of Survival

I will not be destroyed.
I will live, and my children will live,
Here I lift the power
from earth, sky, fire and water.
Hear, I lift the power
of the ancestors, the ancient ones,
those who walk with me,
names remembered and forgotten.

Hear! I call the wind and water.
Here I spill the wine –
Here I call the earth and its strength,
I call the fire in its dominion.
The fire rules it all…
Be with me.
Be with me forever.

I’m just an old fool
who’s lost in his dreams.
I drift from one to another,
and then another.
“Am I just crazy?”
I ask the girl with fire
in her hair. “Yes, darling,
you are, and I love you.”



Syd Weedon
3/16/2025