Wiccan Prayer of Alchemy

The stillness touches deep inside
In silent darkness Mother sighs.
I reach within with breath and light
And conjure Spirit, warm and bright.
The primal matter, the fire of mind
Vibrational waves to particles kind
I am the flask, the Witch who brings
The change desired, that curious ring
Of power and magick that others don’t see
And yet I know it lies in me.
From black to red, then white to gold
As above and so below
One to two, and two to three,
The fourth is One.
So shall it be!