| fly-by-nite lighthouse |
What say you spirit of the warrior father, protector, hunter provider and purposeful dyer? As you surrender your spear on this final harvest eve to your honor and sacrifice we pay our heed for you mortar a brick path which our feet will all tred as they up kick the dust of the spent and the dead and we listen to their thoughts to their stories and lore on this night with our lost can we seize a rapport in tribute to your labors your trek past the divide as the gates melt away and the barriers subside on this night o'er all nights can we sit round the fire the proceeded we embrace thanks to your funeral pyre so what say you, God we invite your spirit to observe in due time to be reborn and return to the earth. What say you spirit of creation mother, queen, waters of the wise great light of nature and griever this night? Crone lady whisper in our ears in wavering tone that in loss we may gain, we must first fall to rise that in the dirge for your consort you merely seek reprise that your cycle never ends and can never conclude for in your womb tonight grows a victory pursued on this night with our lost comes a triumph o'er demise a new hope for the future in your breadth you devise we can see those we've lost seek their knowledge in kind on this night o'er all nights are the worlds intertwined what's past is made moot thanks to your creative fire, so what say you, crone Goddess we invite you to observe in due time to be rejoined and grant your blessings on the earth. |
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| ALL POETRY COPYRIGHT MB TANKERSLEY 2004 |
| autumnal invocations |
| Wake up. These were written for a circle on October 31, 2004 for WaCUUPs. Missed a Cowboys game to do it (and a rare 2004 win, no less) so you can tell it was a pretty important duty to me. |
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