Hazel Wand
It’s not that I didn’t know
about the hazel rod.
I’ve been aware of the wand
throughout my life.
It’s just that
not until this day
did I absorb the simple truth
that I no longer need to look
outside myself
to make the magic
of the divine.
As you spoke softly
of the holy wells ~
A shiver, a quiver of light,
flew down my legs …
An electric current
not to be denied.
The divining rod
speaks its piece ~
and my heart bows
surprisingly
in supplication.
For the hazel
is alive and well
abiding in each and every cell.
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