Oh Sweet Irrational Worship by Thomas Merton Wind and a bobwhite And the afternoon sun. By ceasing to question the sun I have become light, Bird and wind. My leaves sing. I am earth, earth All these lighted things Grow from my heart. A tall, spare pine Stands like the initial of my first Name … Read more
I Am the World by Dora Sigerson Shorter (1866 – 1918) I am the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun; I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud, When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the tree; The flower uncurled; I am the melancholy of the sea; … Read more
Winter Solstice by Jody Aliesan Grief Sweat, Broken Moon Press 1990 Thinking only makes the heart sore. – I Ching when you startle awake in the dark morning heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction get out of bed knock at the door of your nearest … Read more
The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper (author of The Dark is Rising) And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned … Read more
From December 3rd through the 9th, a delegation of modern Pagans and Witches from across the globe are gathered in Melbourne, Australia for the Parliament of the World’s Religions. They are representing organizations like Covenant of the Goddess, the Temple of Ara, EarthSpirit, Cherry Hill Seminary, Earth Traditions, Circle Sanctuary, Solar Cross, the Pagan Federation, … Read more
To Autumn by William Blake O Autumn, Laden with fruit, and stain’d With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits … Read more
It’s time once again to join together every Sunday through Yule (or Christmas) for our annual Yule Prayer-Spell. If you have been a regular reader of mine in past years, you know that starting in late November, I invite all my visitors, regardless of path, to join together in a virtual prayer circle, or spell … Read more
Will We Open the Heavens By Robin Williamson Let me be where love is born to sail upon a scallop shell the way no hair of a thought is disturbed and the sight is still as moonlight clasps each leaf of a tree of dust until it knows it is alive and lives to be … Read more
PRAISE SONG by Barbara Crooker from Radiance Praise the light of late November, the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones. Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees; though they are clothed in night, they do not despair. Praise what little there’s left: the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls, shells, the … Read more
Leonids Over Us by Marge Piercy The sky is streaked with them burning hole in black space — like fireworks, someone says all friendly in the dark chill of Newcomb Hollow in November, friends known only by voices. We lie on the cold sand and it embraces us, this beach where locals never go in … Read more