Uncrowded Paths

Gather up your courage, knowing it will be tested

Armor yourself in curiosity, willing to believe

lay aside your common wisdom, your preconceptions

They will not serve you here

Make your way past rusting chains and barricades

Placed so by guardians of today, left behind in a long ago yesterday

Here, overgrown, lies the shadowy path of the unfamiliar

It’s windings unmapped, it’s conclusion uncertain, perhaps undiscovered

On this day, like nearly every other, you’ll walk alone

Those that would cross your way have moved on, called by voices now silent

Seeing things unknown, hearing cries unrecognized

Further on, awaiting you among dark, decaying temples

The realm of unheard philosophies, of different equations

Drawn by different Gods

 

The Pagan Poem

Come,

Sit by the bright, bright fire,

Your eyes show all who look,

that you are tired,

What’s this?

You’re shivering with fear?

Know now that,

Naught pursues you here,

The dark forest where you felt alone,

Is to us a sacred grove,

The beasts that yowled and those that cried,

Announced to us that you’d arrived,

That clamor that the wild things made,

Was a welcome to you that they gave,

Freely enter the stone circle if you like,

None are barred except by choice,

Of judgement we will extend none,

Druids offer only love.

 

 

The Last Butterfly

Deep in a dark wood

cloaked from prying eyes

seven Druids with bowed heads

circled the last butterfly,

The seven prayers spoken

were older than old

in a language long silent

heard here and no more,

each of the seven

who stood vigil there

saw one last tiny wing-flutter

the enchantment was gone,

of the seven Druids

no more may be spoke

when the butterfly passed

each one became smoke