Tag Archives: Wicca

The Longest Night

22 Dec
The longest night 
Of the year,
To the ancient pagans
It was something to fear.

But at last
There came the morn,
And they rejoiced 
That the sun was reborn.

Over time they 
Created many different rites,
To push back the darkness
And welcome back the light.

Stories were created
And songs they did sing,
Of Bialobog and Czarnabog,
The Oak King and The Holly King.

Baking treats and
A candle I do light,
To celebrate Winter Solstice
And Yule's longest night.

Walking With The Goddess

19 Aug

She smiled at me, asked me
How I was doing as we walked
Amongst the trees along the
Forest path.

I took a deep breath, told her
I had my up and down days,
Doubtful times when I pray to
Her and her Consort.

She hugs me, we continue
To walk and leave the woods
Behind, through fields of flowers
And I continue to talk.

I’m finding new friends, some
From my past and some new,
And they are accepting me as
Me, who knew.

She laughs gently under the
Starry sky, says to me, “I knew.”
Your path is long, and stumble you
Will, but I am here for you.

My heart filled with joy,
As we said our farewells in
The Summerlands where I
Walk with the Goddess.

The Sentinel Stands

7 Jun

The sentinel stands
With fiery sword 
In hand, guarding
The entrance to a
Garden from which we
Are banned, a racial
Memory become an oral
Tradition, then written
As a story in the
Holy books of
Monotheistic religions.

The sentinel stands
With lantern in hand,
A guiding light back
To our eternal home,
A home we left by
Choice, that we might
Learn, with aid of loving
Guides, and love of our
Divine Mother and Father,
Lessons we can only experience
In a harsh land of living and dying.

My Dharma Gate

2 Jun

In central lands I live, breath,
And walk my path.
My life, joys and sorrows,
Successes and disappointments,
Everything I’ve been touched by,
Is or is on my path.
Athwart my path,
Ahead in the distance,
Two ancient, gnarled willows
Stand creating my Dharma gate. 
From the branches
Hang strings of bells
Ringing in the wind.
Along this path
I have been Catholic and Agnostic,
Friend, confidant, and lover,
Son, husband, and father,
Silent and raging,
Laughed and cried,
Loved and disliked,
Student and teacher.
I move forward on my
Path as a Wiccan,
Studying the craft of the Wise,
Solitary and eclectic,
I learn of the light of others,
And these positive teachings
Become a part of me,
As I move forward
To pass through
My Dharma Gate.

The Temples

30 May

Golden candles burn brightly in the Sun temple,
Silver candles glow in the Moon temple,
Incense smoke scents the Air temple,
A stream flows into a pool in the Water temple,
Trees and bushes grow as the Earth temple,
The eternal flame burns in the Fire temple,
And I carry within me the Spirit temple.

I light a golden candle in the Sun temple,
I light a silver candle in the Moon temple,
Incense I inhale in the Air temple,
I cleanse myself in the pool of the Water temple,
I touch, hug and thank the trees and bushes of the Earth temple,
I stare into the eternal flame of the Fire temple,
And meditating I go within myself to the Spirit temple.

The Temple

19 May

I walk up the temple steps
Towards two aged oaken doors.
Pushing with all my strength,
The hinges creak their protest
As the doors slowly open. 

I walk across the stone floor leaving
Foot prints in the dirt that has lain
Undisturbed for years, looking to my left I see
An angry child painting on the walls
Angry, hateful words learned, and graffitti.

I walk past towering pillars
Of smooth white stone
Darkened by neglect.
In a corner of the temple cries
An insecure child with dark green eyes.

I continue to stir the dirt on the floor
Moving towards the dust covered altar
Where sits a man and a woman,
Back to back with arms crossed,
Not looking or speaking to each other.

What is this place I ask and my words
Echo through the silence. You comes
An echoing reply. I turn to see children,
Male and female of all ages,
Coming out of hiding.

This place is you, one says
And another speaks, and you are it,
And you are us, and we are you, Goo goo ga joob
I reply without thinking, bringing smiles
To all their faces, even of the angry child.

Then I must accept you all, and that
Will take time. I will need the guiding words
Of you, Akrinalithaea, I say to
The woman sitting in front of the altar
And help her to her feet.

And you, Akrinaden, listening to the wisdom
Of your sister must spur me to action,
I say to the man with haunted eyes
Whom had his back to his sister in front
Of the altar, and I help him to his feet.

A year and a day will be a good start,
To scrub clean this temple
And repair the neglect of the years gone by.
And with the guidance and acceptance
Of all of you who are me, The temple will
Be open to the God and Goddess for ever more.

Freedom Of Religion

14 May

I pledged allegiance
To my country’s flag,
A symbol of hope and
Unity like our constitution.
Our constitution we
Rely on for assurance
That we all have
Freedom of religion.
As a Christian,
I accepted that freedom.
Then as an Agnostic,
I put my hopes in that freedom.
Now as a Wiccan,
I hold a deep conviction
With that freedom.
Freedom to feel a
Connection with You,
My God and Goddess,
Without dogma.
Freedom to associate
With others whom use
The same guiding principles,
Tenets of Wicca, but do
Not profess their way as the
Only way to You. For we
Each walk a path of
Our own making, similar
Or different to others’ paths,
While climbing the same
Mountain to connect
With the Divine.