(by: Deva A.M. Bluewing)
In silence they gather
Black robed against the Blacker
Waning Winter night
Tapers aglow with Faerie FyreThey descend from the high forestsTo the gentle fields of farming folkBecause the time draws nigh
Clasping each the other's hands
They dance through the darkness
All to-ing-and-fro-ing
With upturned faces
(Common eye hath never seen)
Faint silver-blueShimmering grows about themThe air is electricFertile with Love, Pregnant with Life
Beneath the soft white Quilting
Within the womb of Earth
The shimmering penetrates
Calling
A seed's shell
Cracks!
Blue-silver fading
Hands thrown high
In the instant b'twixt night and light
Dancing shadows dissolve
And upon the Sun's first ray
A whispered, "So Mote It Be...
Books in PDF format to read:
Isaac Bonewits - The Enemies Of Our EnemiesJohn Dee - The Calls Of Enoch
Janus Lacinius Therapus - The New Pearl Of Great Price.pdf
John Earle - The Deeds Of Beowulf
