She read it from a book, of a witch of a coven
It’s the face of God you place and cook in taste within the oven
It’s the grace of all that is you wash and look upon a plate
That you’re squashing out of clay
And thrusting into fate

Make every moment, every beautiful state
A reason for bountiful grounded elations
Mounting in all of your counted relations
Fountaining forth in that way that it does
When surrounded by lovin’ each place that you look
​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​~in the book of a witch of a coven