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The Night Before Beltane

This is what happens when the system goes down at work. Never let a pagan’s brain roam.

                     )O(

T’was the night before Beltane

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.

The Maypole was hung in the garden

With care

In hopes that the coven soon would be there.

The people were nestled all snug in their tents

Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense

And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less

And just settled in to state of undress.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the doorway I flew like a fool

And promptly tripped over her mules.

The moon rose high over lawns green and dim

Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim

Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear

That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.

With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side

I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.

“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried

And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.

The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy

And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy

They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance

That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.

I feared for the children’s well dressing to last

The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths

The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south

While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth

He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe

With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.

A keg on two legs was found at his heels

I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.

His face was so red and shined with a glow

The wreath on his head was tipping just so

He smiled with a smile just full of great glee

He was going to be our most favourite party crashee

He gathered us round and started the dance

We all then joined in for such a fine prance.

Morning came when the sun started to rise

He waved us goodbye from over the rise

“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning

“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.

By ElfKat ©2012

Poetry Month – Follow the Light

Song credits:
Words & music by John McCutcheon, Tom Chapin & Michael Mark
The weekend following September 11th I played at the Walnut Valley Festival in Winfield, KS, as I’ve done for twenty years or more. Without the option of flying, I drove all night that Thursday to make my Friday afternoon and evening performances. When I finally got to my hotel room it was nearly midnight and, like most of the rest of America, I immediately turned on the television. I caught the very end of a prayer vigil in Manhattan. As the credits rolled the camera focused on a small circle of candles left by now-long-gone participants. In the center of this circle of candles was a hand-lettered sign, “Follow the Light Home to Me.” At breakfast the next morning I showed Tom and Michael the first draft of this song. We finished it that afternoon and debuted it that night.

Follow the Light

We were 7 and 8
My sister and I
Lost in the woods
When lightening filled up the sky
As we ran through the ran
We knew where to head
To the light on the porch
“Come home!” like Mama said

Chorus

Follow the light
When you’re lonely and lost
When out on the ocean
You are tumbled and tossed
Follow your heart
Wherever you may be
Follow the light on home to me

Out on the sea
The waves heave and rise
Far from the shore
When a storm mounts the skies
We look for a sign
For some welcoming sight
A beacon from home
To guide us on this night

Chorus

Bridge

There’s a hole in our skyline
There’s a hole in our town
There’s a hole in our hearts
The whole world around
How do we heal?
How do we see
The mercy that shines in you and me?
(We follow the light…)

When the world feels so big
And we seem so small
And you wonder if life
Has any meaning left at all
When you’re losing your heart
When you’re losing the fight
Hold on to my hand
And we will follow the light

©2001 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)
Winfield, KS September 2001

Deep Peace

Deep peace I breathe into you,

O weariness, here: O ache, here!

Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;

Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;

Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!

Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;

Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;

Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;

Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!

Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;

Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;

Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;

Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;

Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,

Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!

Deep peace of the running wave to you,

Deep peace of the flowing air to you,

Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,

Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!

Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,

Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,

Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,

Deep peace from the Son/Daughter of Peace to you,

Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,

And from Bridget of the Mantle

Deep peace, deep peace!

And with the kindness too of the Haughty Father Peace!

In the name of the Three who are One, Peace!

And by the will of the King/Queen of the Elements,

Peace! Peace!

From “the Dominion of Dreams under a Dark Star by Fiona Macleod (1895)

Sister Goddesses

Found a poem I wrote about my coven sisters in 1991

Sister Goddesses

Spider spinning, spinning

Weaving, whirling

Weaving light and life and air

Shadows playing, leaping

Growing , shrinking

Now they’re here

And now they’re not

Dancing, loving, disappearing

Coming back to love again

Sapphire glowing, winking

Flashing, smiling

Bringing us a new idea

Playing us some new found music

Listening,  a heart that’s clear

Rose, growing, changing

Rearranging, gathering

Shining lightstone bright and clear

Warm of touch and warm of spirit

Gift of goddess, light and rare

Brigid burning, learning

Seeking, following

Strength of purpose

Flight of fear

Crystal strong and crystal brilliant

Ringing her truth loud and clear

Kwan Shee Yin flowing, guiding

Calming, centering, singing,

Center of peace, ocean of calm

Loving path of ancient healing

Shelter from a fiery storm

Isis Rising II by Laura Janesdaughter

Isis Rising II

 

I am Isis

            I am Isis

I am Isis Rising

Hidden power of the Sun

Magic I am

Compassion I am

Isis shining fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Isis, Mighty One.

 

I am Isis

            I am Hathor

I am Hathor rising

Serpent power of the Sun

Cobra I am

Fire I am

Hathor splendor fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Hathor, Cow-eared one.

 

I am Isis

            I am Hathor

I am Hathor

            I am Sekhmet

I am Sekhmet rising

Cobra power of the Sun

Fierce I am

Fire I am

Sekhmet blazing fills the Sky

Destruction I am

Creation I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Sekhmet, Powerful One.

 

I am Hathor

            I am Sekhmet

I am Sekhmet lapping

Do not annoy the Lady of Flame

Rage I am

Sleep I am

Sekhmet drinking slakes Her thirst

Waling I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Brearer!

I am Sekhmet, Lioness One.

 

I am Sekhmet

            I am Bastet

I am Bastet purring

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Bastet sunshine fills our homes

Gentle I am

Protecting I am

Behold the excellet Sistrum Bearer!

I am Ba-Ast, Soul of Isis.

 

I am Bastet

            I am Nebhet

I am Nebhet rising

Secret power of the Sun

Mouring I am

Compassion I am

Nebhet dawning fills the Sky

Singing I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Nepthys. Isister.

 

I am Nebhet

            I am Aset

I am Aset rising

Hidden power of the Sun

Magic I am

Compassion I am

Aset shining fills the Sky

Joy I am

Dancing I am

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

I am Aset, Might One.

 

I am Isis

            I am Nephthys

I am Hathor

            I am Sekhmet

I am Bastet

            I am Nebhet

I am asset

            I am Isis

Behold the excellent Sistrum Bearer!

            I am Isis rising.

 

Laura Janesdaughter

 

Poetry month – T’was the night before Beltane

This is what happens when the system goes down at work.

)O(

T’was the night before Beltane

And all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.

The Maypole was hung in the garden

With care

In hopes that the coven soon would be there.

The people were nestled all snug in their tents

Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense

And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less

And just settled in to state of undress.

When out on the lawn arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the doorway I flew like a fool

And promptly tripped over her mules.

The moon rose high over lawns green and dim

Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim

Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear

That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.

With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side

I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.

“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried

And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.

The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy

And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy

They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance

That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.

I feared for the children’s well dressing to last

The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths

The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south

While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth

He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe

With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.

A keg on two legs was found at his heels

I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.

His face was so red and shined with a glow

The wreath on his head was tipping just so

He smiled with a smile just full of great glee

He was going to be our most favourite party crashee

He gathered us round and started the dance

We all then joined in for such a fine prance.

Morning came when the sun started to rise

He waved us goodbye from over the rise

“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning

“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.

By ElfKat

Poetry Month – Latha Math

By Manran

Latha Math air an Eilean

Chorus

Latha math air an Eilean

Eilean Leòdhais mo Ghràidh

Latha math air an Eilean

Dachaigh mo smuaintean gu bràth

Verse 1

Ag èirigh tràth anns a’ mhadainn

A’ ghrian a’ deàrrsadh sìos

Tha àile na mara a’ tighinn tron uinneig

Tha h-uile duin’ an àirde

Verse 2

Tha an abhainn làn le pailteas uisge

Tha am bradan a’ tighinn a-rithist

Tha na balaich bheaga shios air an drochaid

Feuch an glac iad aon no dhà

Verse 3

Tha an t-Earrach ann ‘s na làithean fada

Tha na h-uain a’ ruith mun cuairt

Tha na bodaich a-muigh a’ buain na mònach

Tha an t-àm sin air tighinn a-rithist

Verse 4

Tha a’ ghealach shuas ‘s a’ ghrian na cadal

Tha an oidhche nis air tighinn

Tha e sàmhach is ciùin tron an Eilean

Tha e math a bhith beò

Tha e math a bhith beò

I like this poem by the FOI co-founder

The Goddess Dana

by Olivia Robertson

My waving hair is golden corn,
My robe the ever-changing sky;
The lady-bird my finger bears,
My eyes shine forth in lake and sea.

From the depths of earth my inner sun
Glows through the heart of all existences,
Atoms and stars; creatures that grow and move,
Know Me as Mother and as Consciousness.

My breath inspires every breath;
The healing rays are mine.
Look upwards, round about and down,
For I am everywhere.