The Priestess Speaks
Written on the Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse, 4 April 2015 and published back in 2017 as part of From the Firelight (a collection of magical workings). When the primal Flood receded I was there Soil bare as Wind loved Me He carved Me into Mountains of Stone the Ice came retreated and I stood alone My bones are ancient matter of a Promise made and a Cry that shattered the One into dual Day and Night Dark and Light so Source could know how Love feels the Ecstasy, the Despair, the Tears that heal I am the Spirit of the Oak Tree Roots reaching down deep I wrote the words to Songs returning Swallows keep Mine is the power of the Forest in the Pod the Wish of a Tree a Dreaming of the God the warm dark Magic of the soft Cocoon, the Death and Rebirth the Dark of the Moon the strength of Ages colors layered in the Rock face Mine is the beat all Wildness drums to I am the safe place the little deer runs to I am the Circle of Mourning when a...