Sage

Poems

Cleansing my home,

Once again making it my own,

As the smoke circles the room,

The energy that was becomes,

An energy for productivity,

Cleansing my room of negativity.

What a peaceful scent,

Coming from that bundle of white,

Held together by a string,

Is is the sage, or is it my will,

My positive intention as I walk;

Cleansing my home?

-C. Friedman

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