Poam: Gold in the Air

By moonlit eye and daylight flame,
I call forth fortune in my name.
From root to crown, let blessings flow,
Where silver winds and green seeds grow.

Coins of copper, coins of gold,
Come to me as tales are told.
By earth and fire, wind and sea,
Let wealth walk gently home to me.

With honest hands, I give and take,
What flows through me, I do not break.
But every dollar, every dime,
Returns to me in perfect time.

Money bright, come to my sight,
Grow with peace, and stay with right.
As I speak, so shall it be—
Abundance, now, come home to me.

Let no greed nor fear remain,
Only joy from honest gain.
With harm to none, and good to all,
Let golden rivers heed my call.

Thank-you for reading.

Remember there are many paths back to God.

Follow your own path,

     💖🌹Brenda Marie💖🌹
Spiritual Life Coach & Soul Writer