I stand before the Ancients
On the day of my birth
I am surrounded by their spirits
Caressed by their love
Empowered by their strength
I am your priestess.
I walk holding your shield
I speak with courage and wisdom
I touch with great curiosity
I dance with wild abandon
I am your priestess.
I call you winds of the East
Give me the gift of creativity
I call you winds of the South
Give me your gift of passion
I call you winds of the West
Let your healing powers blow through me
I call you Winds of the North
Let your strength and stability
Engulf me.
Hear me as I chant from the mountaintops
Down to the edge of the seashores
Let my voice carry a joyous and melodic note
upon the winds.
Hear me Ancient Ones!
As I send my chant of reverence to you
For I Am Your Priestess.
