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I know I used to be the one

Collecting mountain herbs

To let them dry and then make balm,

Or tincture and a verse

To whisper over the brew

To make the powers grow —

Of healing mixtures blend anew

From mellow plants, to throw

A secret root into the pot

Asking to share its truth

And let the message that it brought

Dissolve in love and ruth.

The cure for spirit will come first

And let the body heal,

Sores of the soul will be nursed,

The herbs will help reveal

The inner power and light

We all in nature share

And the divine eternal might

Of our true love and care.

2020