Messenger of wands

She’s there, the energy that rushes in
When the space has been made
To harvest the pieces
Of life
A growing flame
Lit after the darkness
A muse of sorts
Whispering promises
That all is not what it seems
And hope can be found
In the unlikeliest of places
If we can only
Look outside the box

(She is featured in The Starry Cauldron tarot or available as a print in etsy)

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