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Many times I brood alone
Thinking of the world’s melancholy mourning
Bearing the weight of creation
Upon my hateful human heart,
Until a presence fills me
The Yule log burns embers deep and bright
in the dark and dense woods.
The wind flies high in the sky
the birds follow its path.
The thunder roars in the sky
and the fire only grows brighter.
I have doubts every timeYou know I doBut I can’t stop falling into the void that is youAnd even if I am absolutely sure that my poor heartWill break, each and every timeI would still choose you, again and again
God has answered. Or has he left more mysteries for me to solve. A faith designed for structure. But it’s a name that doesn’t fit, because I don’t believe he exists.
Under the light of the shimmering stars
You think to yourself just who you are
A wandering child, a kin of the Earth
Water is relaxing
As I sit
In the shower
Nothing can compare
To the way
The water feels
like silk against
My skin
My hair
They say not to question God, for His ways are beyond our own.
It was a Sunday morning, watching the sweat pour from my father's face as he delivered the Holy Word,
"For I knew thee before I formed thee in the womb."
Sun lost, Demeter’s tears,
For so the land hath slumbered here,
For the once warm air now dull and queer,
Stop! Something rustles in the dark,
Hark! Someone approaches like a lark.
This November I went O’er my previous sights
I saw a glorious view in a bright hue,
It’s Wicca, a new horizon but an old way.
I come to it openly and with a heavy heart
I dance, I ride, I feel the music and nature,
To me, they were all sea-glass and Midsummer morning
Seraphic choir song that would whisper words of sweet serenity
Life grows from her ribs
Feminine Beauty and Strength
She is Cool
The very Air you breathe
She is Fierce
The very Sun you absorb
She is Sturdy
The very Earth you rest your feet on
I knew there was something truly magical about the trees.
My little sister,
nature's mortal fae,
taught me how to speak to the trees.
It was the most amazing phenomenon
Searching the skies I found a light
That could be the key to my soul's flight
A mutual embrace with a knowledge of right
To take me out of and reverse my plight.
Longed-for comfort through clouds of pain
Her skin so pale Chalk white Even as dawn breaks of the Horizon. Her tricolour eyes watch Grafather sun rise Wet sorrow melts the colours together.
