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I drop my fears into your ocean
and watch them sink from sight.
I place my fears on your broad Earth
and see them rot away.
I put my fears into your hands
and they are no more.
When you offer your arms to me,
Great Mother,
your hands hold nothing but love.
source: “A Book of Pagan Prayer” © 2002 Ceisiwr Serith. Reprinted with permission of Red Wheel/Weiser.

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