Magician's Wife

Let not my love or my needs

Bind him;

But let me become a sacred fire

Always kept aflame for him

Upon his every return;

Let not any evil intention

Part from my lips

Lest it darken his soul;

But let the light that speaks to me

Speak through me

So that he can hear it also;

Let not my demands or my expectations

Be a weight upon us;

But let my gratitude, like the myrtle

Growing within my soul

Fragrance his dark and lonely path.

For it is not my thought that I left with him

But my whole heart;

So protect him from my weakness

If my heart ever wanders astray

And let me become a tree

Upon which he can lean,

An ocean

To whose song he can sleep to,

A soothing balm to heal all his sorrows;

Let my each day

Become a pilgrimage to the sacred altar

To joyfully sacrifice

The self-consideration and fear

The unfairness and pain

Please mold me

Fit to hold a Divine hope, a love and a wisdom

To be a light for him

Should he ever get lost.