Truth

 

I always ask
Why it is that you hide
Under lies
Why live like a hypocrite
You know no truth
In line for destruction
The blood guilt
Has reached the peak
All I can say is
Don’t like the law of the land
Go elsewhere
Make sure to take
The hatred and darkness
The light belongs to those
Who walk in love
There is no hate in love
Love is divine
Which walks in the light
Now who’s walking in truth
So easy to judge
I’ve given you proof
We all know what happens
We’ve heard it before
Until the end
The choices we make
We will reap
Even to the point of weeping
It’s all on you
You decide
How much karma
Will weigh against you
In the end
We all pay
For this thing
You call sin
In light and love
Is where truth dwells
So do wise
Make sure you are walking
In divine light and love
How is that for a truth
Now take that to your church

—-T. J. Whitewolf, resident Poet
To view more T. J.’s beautiful poetry, please visit his site, TJWHITEWOLF’S POETRY

Silver Lady

Silver lady of the night
Bathe us in your beams so bright
Spread your wings and fly unseen
Give hope to others, let them dream

Silver lady high above
Goddess of our Earthly love
Blessed are we to have you near
Your light of love we hold so dear

With loving hands you guide us home
On this earth we’re not alone
You’ll be with us for all of time
Silver lady, mother divine

—Alan Faraway, Pagan Ways

 

Green Leaves

The stars are shining, the Moon is clear
In the rustling leaves Nature’s voice is clear
The river murmur through Spring and Summer
The song of The Lord and The Lady

Green leaves in the evening breeze
Where the people gather beneath the trees
Priest and Priestess and people joining
To honour The Lord and The Lady

The Earth is singing down here below
While we join in the firelight glow
The chanting rise to the stormy skies
In the praise of The Lord and The Lady

Green leaves in the evening breeze
Where the people gather beneath the trees
Priest and Priestess and people joining
To honour The Lord and The Lady

All powers below and all powers above
Have joined together to bless and love
All Nature blending Their people sending
Their love to the Lord and The Lady

Green leaves in the evening breeze
Where the people gather beneath the trees
Priest and Priestess and people joining
To honour The Lord and The Lady

 

—Author Unknown
Published on Pagan Library

 

The Maiden Awakes

The Earth stirs from her winter
slumber
Snowdrops peep through the
snow-crusted soil
Autumn’s harvest left her tired
So all winter she has slept,
resting after her toil
And now it is time for her to
emerge
To waken again in the growing
light
To coax out the crocuses, and
daffy-down-dillies
To stretch to the sun after such a
long night And though the wind in the trees
is still blowing
And the rains clouds have not yet gone
We know that the Maiden is
awake
And Spring won’t be far along.

—Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes

The Season’s Circle Turning

Til our laughter rings
In the wooded halls
Til the seasons ring round again,
Til the woodland sings
With our laughs and calls
Turn the circle’s ring round again.

It’s the season’s time turning,
Turn the season’s wheel ’round.
Then we’ll spark a fire burning,
Dance the merry turnaround.
Top the hill of the valley,
Come all to our sabat ground.

It’s an ancient tongue’s rhyming,
It’s an age-old time rhyme,
It’s the Wheel that is turning,
Mark the ending and the prime.
Love of life is our yearning,
Acting out the ancient pantomime.

Til our laughter rings
In the wooded halls
Til the seasons ring round again,
Til the woodland sings
With our laughs and calls
Turn the circle’s ring round again

Author: Roy
Published on Pagan Library

Love Is The Law

 

Do what thou wilt is the Whole of the Law
The time of The Will
Bursts forth Now, in the Spring
Implacable bud!

Let your Love burst forth and blossom freely
Thunder of roses
Unfettered by harsh will
Love willed to be Free

To soar with on Her Wings into New Heavens
Over pure New Earths
Love is Will purified
Love is Her own Law!

Sun is born again in primitive Light
With Arian Force
In the Spring House of Mars
New Life Exploding

From cold Winter’s Icy dark Womb
Gives force to our Wills
Time of re-SOL-ution
We are born again

Juices of Spring wash us from Winter Womb
As Spring buds push out
We drop from Her belly
Like damp, new born colts

This is the time to re-SOL-ve our new lives
With Nature’s Forces
Supporting and healing
As Old Winter dies.

—Author Unknown
Published on Pagan Library

 

The Awakening

Let me sing you a tale of magics of old,
of powers that slumbered through long years untold.
Let me weave you a song of a memory revived,
calling the Old Ones, their time has arrived.

Bale fires are lighting through all of the land,
the fey folk are dancing, their hour is at hand.
Their music is heard in the chattering stream,
their call echoes out on the wings of a dream.

Beyond the townships, where common folk sleep,
in moors and in meadows, in forests so deep,
Witches are gathering at the dark of the night,
to dance and to worship, bathe in moonlight.

They’ve winded the horn, they have opened the door,
the magics returning to slumber no more.
By the spells they have woven, the runes the have told,
they’ve awakened the Goddess, and the Horned One of old.

And those who have gathered now join hand in hand,
their voices are chanting, throughout all the land.
The God and the Goddess, at last will be heard,
their children, the witches, are spreading the word.

They sing songs of power when the moon, she is high,
They chant songs of joy when the sunrise is nigh,
They dance through the meadows, and through darkened streets,
join their ancient rhythm, when your circle meets,

Come dance to their rhythm, when your circle meets.

Author: Andrew Daws
Published on Pagan Library

Song of the Witch

Will you be of Wicca, tonight?
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
Then come with me to the Circle of Light.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Take up these herbs and brew up a tea.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
And drink it all down; the gods you shall see.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Take up the glass, and look at your face.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
Go into yourself and find a new place.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Go to the Woods, and find an Oak tree.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
And cling to it tight, and strong you shall be.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Go to the Mountains and call to the Wind.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
And fly through the Air with the Thoughts that you send.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Fly to the Sun, and touch its bright Flame.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
Open your Mind; now choose a new Name.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Go to the Sea, and call to the Moon.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
Raise up your arms, then sing out Her tune.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

Now join your hands with Those who surround.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
Now share the Power that we send around.
Bend the Will; the Wish you shall find.

We shall part, but meet again soon.
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Tyme.
To dance, and sing, and Call Down the Moon.
Bend the Will, the Wish you shall find.

 

Author: Selena Fox
Published on The Pagan Library

 

The Goddess Speaks

These are the words of the Great Mother.
She is the one who is always there for you
She is the one whom we and only we can determine.
She is the calling.
This is her time to shine,
Your time to shine.
I am naught but a mother,
Caring and compassionate,
But in need of my own love, and lustful.
This is my advice to you.
That you shall carry my torch
And you shall follow my light to
the end of time.
I am that which none can see.
I am the only tree in the desert.
I love you all
And you shall love me as I love you.
This is the way of the Wise Woman.
This is your way. I share your body
as you share in my spirit of life.
This is my charge to you.
Be kind to all and love and be free.
There are times when this world
is a barren place,
But in the barren, you shall find me.
I will always be here
And you shall be my light as I am yours.

—Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes

We Are Known

She has given us this joining as a
dedication to her light
We are her children and we know
all that she can be
She has given herself to us this
night
We have become one with her this
night
She is the light of our path
We walk this path together
She will protect us from all
She is the light in the darkness

We as Witches know her and stand
before as her children
We as Witches are the children of
the light
We as Witches belong to her
and ourselves
We as Witches will be with each
other forever
We as Witches lower our heads to
her light
We as Witches go forth with her
love and protection.

 

–JoAnne Spiese, A Witch’s Prayerbook

 

The Cauldron Chant

We form the Circle,
The Circle most round.
We form the Chalice,
The Chalice now found.

We call the Goddess,
to meet the great need.
We call the God,
To plant His fertile seed.

We call the quarters,
which we call four.
We summon the powers,
that contain the force.

We stir the Cauldron,
from which we were born.
We call the Gods,
from whom we were torn.

We say the words,
which lead us round.
We pass the kiss,
with our lovers found.

We face our dreams,
in nights psychic flight.
We face our hopes,
in bright moon of the night.

We face our fears,
on the Dark Lords Horn.
We face our failure,
in the Mothers new planted corn.

We live our lives,
druming and dancing on the meadow.
We confront our Death,
in the dancing moon light shadow.

Our paths run quickly,
on fleet foot and wing.
Our Circle is joyous,
with our Queens and our Kings.

Let our little Circle be happy,
with Bell, Bowl or Bow.
And form now this Circle,
with gracious Love, Joy and Hope.

—Ammond ShadowCraft
Published on The Pagan Library

The Charge

Goddess of a thousand names
Goddess of worldwide fame
You who are mother to us all
Embracing us whenever we call
You are sizeless, soundless, and wordless
When we are lost, you are our compass
You are found in blackest night
When the material world slips out of sight
You are the river running free
You are the rain, washing us clean
We are your children, we bare your face
Whether black, white, yellow, you are every race.

–Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes

 

Ode to the Goddess

Who is the Goddess?
Who is she to me?
All the women I love,
My Mother, Me!
All of us Goddesses,
Goddesses all!
She comes to us all
We must only call In childhood laughter
In children’s games
She is the one with a thousand names.
Isis, Astarte, Demeter, and more,
She is Gaia, the earth’s very core
She sings in the breeze
And the leaves on the trees
She is the keeper of birds and bees
The Goddess is part of us all you see
She’s in everybody, I feel her in me!

–Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes

The Maiden Awakes

The Earth stirs from her winter slumber
Snowdrops peep through the snow-crusted soil
Autumn’s harvest left her tired
So all winter she has slept, resting after her toil
And now it is time for her to emerge
To waken again in the growing light
To coax out the crocuses, and daffy-down-dillies
To stretch to the sun after such a long night
And though the wind in the trees is still blowing
And the rains clouds have not yet gone
We know that the Maiden is awake
And Spring won’t be far along.

—Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes