Pagan Ways

Upon my altar a crystal ball,
An athame, candles and chalice tall,
A pagan goddess, a pagan god,
All laid upon my altar cloth,
A bell to help me celebrate,
Offerings placed upon a plate,
My pagan tools I now display,
How I love my pagan ways.

I’ll cast my circle upon the floor,
Then call upon the quarters four,
Earth, Fire, Water, Air,
The God and Goddess may join me there,
I may sing, or I may dance,
I may even dare to chant,
As pagan music softly plays,
How I love my pagan ways.

My ritual over, now time to seek,

I’m feeling light upon my feet,
I’ll walk among the trees and plants,
And search for berries upon the branch,
I’ll feel the breath of natures kiss,
At one with all is total bliss,
I wish I lived in bygone days,
To learn first hand these pagan ways.

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

Amazing Grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore a witch like me!
I once was burned, now I survive,
was hung and now I sing.

T’was grace that drew down the moon
and grace that raised the seas.
The magic in the people’s will
will set our Mother free.

We face the East and breathe the winds
that move across this earth.
From gentle breeze to hurricane
our breath will bring forth the change.

Turn towards the South and feel the fire
that burns in you and me.
The spirit’s flame will rise again
and burn eternally.

We greet the West, our souls awash
in tides of primal birth.
Our tears and blood, our pain and love
will cleanse and heal the earth.

Reach into the North and know your roots
down deep ancestral caves.
We find the wisdom of the Crone,
Of circles we are made.

Amazing earth, enduring life,
from death into rebirth.
T’is earth I am and earth I love
and earth I’ll always be.

Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth
that bore witches like we.
We once were burned, now we survive,
were hung and now we sing.

Goddess bless, so mote it be,
Our magic spirals on.
Merry meet and merry part
and merry meet again.

—-Verna Knapp
Originally published on Pagan Library

 

The Wiccan Witch

The Wiccan Witch is kind and fair,
Her love for nature everywhere,
She’s guided by the spirits high,
And sees the world through caring eyes.

The Wiccan Witch thanks all around,
The Green Man here upon the ground,
The spirits that rise into the air,
The Wiccan Witch will truly care.

The Wiccan Witch will celebrate,
And to the God and Goddess will dedicate,
Her offerings and her joyous praise,
And ask for guidance on her way.

The Wiccan Witch will fill your heart,
And from her love, you’ll never part,
But on you a spell has not been cast,
You’ve been guided by spirits, so bound to last.

The elements from the Earth and Air,
Has set you on the path to where,
You’ll find your Wiccan Witch to be,
It’s true my friends, it’s happened to me.

 

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

 

The Night Belongs to Us

As the world sleeps
We awake
We look towards the moon
She sends her power
Feeling the wind
We gather her strength
Our capes flap in the wind
Wind encircles us
Taking hold of our brooms
Control comes to us
We ride high this night
Our silhouettes against the moon
Ride high my Sisters
The night belongs to us

—A Witch’s Prayerbook
JoAnne Spiese

 

I Am

I am more than what anyone expects
I am more than what the world sees
I am more than what I show you
I am more than what can be
I am more than a woman
I am part of the earth and the earth is
part of me
I feel the best when I am working
the earth
I feel fulfilled when I see the growth
of the earth
I smell the beauty of the earth when
it rain
My self and my Sisters, we are of
the earth
The earth is our Mother
I am more than what is seen and more to come

—A Witch’s Prayerbook
JoAnne Spiese

Wonder

Belief in the unseen,
The foundation of life,
The wind that moves leaves,
The invisible knife

There are feelings you know,
But can’t physically touch,
Things not understood,
But experienced much

Blessed are the ones,
Who dare to ask why,
Those that search for answers
In the rivers and sky.

Blessed Be: A Collection of Witchcraft Poetry
Chastity Skye

Magic begins with love:
love of self and love of other.
Forget not your love of others:
family, friends, fellow travelers,
lest you forget your place
in a world of constant shifting a
nd changing allegiances;
we all need some grounding.
Remember to care for those in need
and refuse no hospitality
when it can be given freely.
Forget not your love of self:
needs, wants, desires, ambitions,
lest you forget your purpose
in a world which is lost with
no inherent meaning and
a common tragedy of values;
we all need some elevation.
Remember to care for your you
and refuse no helping hand
that can be given freely.
Magic begins with love:
love of self and love of other.

Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Beneath The Full Moon

 

Come, I will sing it in your ear:
Your dancing days are come.
All the feeling you hold dear
Will lift your spirit some;
Dance until the rosey dawn
All in a gay, glad rag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.

And I will sing you merrily
Into my ring of dooms,
And I will twine into your hair
A wreath of maiden blooms.
You’ll turn, when dancing days wane low
To Crone, but not to Hag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.

As Maiden grows to Mother,
And Mother into Crone,
Dance, My darling daughter,
Beneath My rounded Moon.
Dance in argent splendor
Until your spirits flag.
I carry the Sun in a golden cup,
The Moon in a silver bag.

Sourdough Jackson, Author
Originally published on Pagan Library

The Goddess Creed

I believe in Goddess the Mother All Mighty
Creatrix of the heavens and earth
And in all women
Who were conceived of Her love
Born of our sacred mothers
Suffered under patriarchy
Were crucified, died, and were buried
We descended into the underworld
The third day we arose again
We integrated with our new selves
And we now sit with Goddess our Mother
And we judge no one
I believe in the Holy Mother
The maiden, mother, crone
Forgiveness toward others
The celebration of the body
And everlasting renewal of life
So Mote It Be

Wait Goddess.
All the people will honor you one day.
They will sing, dance, make pledges to You.
Tho now rage rules,
Your peace will be Law
And within that circle life will flourish
As we have only dreamed.

Blessed are we who live now,
Whether on great plains or beside salted sea,
Our confidence will not be in vain.
For the Earth holds the mountains in their place
And quiets the screaming storm.

Listen Goddess, for even now the chant begins.
In careful light of dawn,
And dusk’s shifting gloom, the melody rides.

Enough of water, enough of grain
fruitful furrows and pastures dressed with flocks,
All from the Goddess

Wait Goddess,
For the song of thanksgiving will come.

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

I Am A Witch

I am many things,
I am a Daughter, a Lover, and a Friend.
I am a Teacher, a Student, and a Woman.
I am many things,
Wear many costumes,
And act in many ways.
Yet beneath each mask I wear,
I am a Witch.
I am a Priestess,
I follow the Path,
I follow the Old Tradition,
I follow the Ways of the Wise Ones.
I seek to know the God
I seek to know the Goddess,
I seek to know myself.
I am a Witch.
Though I may only dress up,
For eight sabbats a year,
And thirteen esbats in turn,
I am always a Witch.
Though I may not always dress in black,
Or leave my hair wild and free,
I am still a Witch.
I do not worship Satan,
I’ve never even met him,
Yet many see me as evil
And magick as a sin.
I do what comes natural,
What the Gods have taught me,
And although it does not conform,
I am still a Witch.
The Goddess shows me beauty,
The God has shown me life,
And Earth, and Air,
And Fire, and Water,
Teach me what is right.
And Spirit in its mystic ways,
Teaches me about myself.
That I am a Witch.

By: Lady Amhranai

 

Eternity

You are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
Though the road is rough
You are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
For eternity
Look up to heaven above
You are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
For eternity
Love will never fail you
For it is all around you
You just need to look
All around and within
You are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
For eternity
So lift your spirit high
Give thanks and praise
Have faith and trust
You are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
For eternity
Full of grace and compassion
Saving our souls from being lost
I know love will never fail
For you are the one who teaches this
We are not alone
The Lord and Lady is with thee
For eternity

T. J. WhiteWolf, Author (our Poet at Large)
To view more of T.J.’s great poetry, visit his website, TJWHITEWOLF’S POETRY

The Sea Of Life

The world to me is like the sea,
as the waves of life move majestically.
So if you live in a state of frown,
the waters of life will cause you to drown.

So learn to swim in the waters of life,
cause if you don’t you’ll have nothing but strife.
Learn now the tides of your Spirit,
as the rhythm flows for you to hear it.

Now when you achieve what’s stated above,
you will have entered a world of love.
Now that you have the sea at bay,
it’s time to move on to a brighter day.

Author Unknown
Originally Published On Pagan Library

 

Celebrate the Harvest of Life

 

The wheel has turned
Turned to this time of year
when Lughnasadh is here…

So come one and come all to…

Celebrate the harvest of life
Attune yourself to nature’s rhythms
For nature’s rhythms are eternal

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Mother Earth
Partake in her gifts of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Sun God Lugh
Partake in his feast of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Earth Mother Agusta
Make festive for her this time of year

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bask in the Summer sun’s warm glory
For Winter’s chill is sure to come

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bake bread and eat merry
Celebrate the harvest of life
Make ale and drink merry
Celebrate the harvest of life
Pick and eat the fruits of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bask in the Summer sun’s warm glory
For Winter’s chill is sure to come

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Earth Mother Agusta
Make festive for her this time of year

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Sun God Lugh
Partake in his feast of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Mother Earth
Partake in her gifts of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Attune yourself to nature’s rhythms
For nature’s rhythms are eternal

Celebrate the harvest of life
By keeping this wheel of life turning

Savannah Skye, Author
Original Published On Pagan Library

Children Of The Earth

We know they feared our Pagan ways,
They tried to wipe us out,
They tortured and they burned us,
If they had the slightest doubt,
They took away our festivals,
Replaced them with their own,
But we stood strong and carried on,
We’ve flourished and we’ve grown.

 

They said we worshiped Satan,
Stole babies and much worse,
And if by chance someone fell ill,
They said we laid a curse,
They took us in for “questioning”,
Tortured till we confessed,
But anyone would say the words,
Under such duress.

 

With bodies bruised and broken,
They put us on the stand,
The priests said we’d offended God,
And the devil took our hand,
The villagers believed them,
Our guilt was their desire,
Then everybody turned out to see,
The witch burned in the fire.

 

They never really understood,
And some to this day still,
Do not understand our craft,
We bear no one ill will,
We live a life of peace and love,
At one with Mother Earth,
So in secrecy the Hedgewitch lives,
Gathering berries, leaves and herbs.

 

I sometimes think that there are those,
Who live in those dark times still,
They do not wish to understand,
And I guess they never will,
But Pagans all around the world,
Are proud to carry on,
We practice the oldest religion,
In our deeds and in our song.

 

Be Joyful all ye Pagans,
For the road has been so long,
Remember the innocent martyrs,
That suffered in those days gone,
Give your praise to all the Gods,
And the Goddess of rebirth,
For they can never destroy our faith,
We are the children of the Earth.

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

The Goddess is our sanctuary;
Her embrace holds us night and day.
We can be unafraid in the earthquake and
Comforted in the hurricane knowing we are not
alone.
She is the river of joy, gladness is her voice.
She streams from the mountains, into the desert,
And into the parched heart that longs.
She answers the call of desire and stirs the soul’s
bidding.
Tho we are surrounded with despair and taught
doubt,
Yet we lie upon her Body and are comforted.
Look at the abiding beauty of Life.
Through destruction and chaos comes renewal.
Listen to the melody of the wild and the music of
regeneration.
Love holds us in her song.
Tho riches are robbed and lies are honored,
Nothing stands before the turning of the Wheel.
The sacredness of life will continue,
Within the Palm of the Mother are we all held.

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

May the Goddess hear you in the day of trouble,
May She give you a place of refuge
And defend you from your fears.
Let help come to you from the mighty forest
And strength from the roots of the Locust.
May the rivers and streams ease you
And the birds bear assurance in their wings,

I will rejoice at your rising up,
Giving thanks that the requests of your heart
have been poured out.
I know you sit in the palm of the hand of the
Universe,
That the heavens rain down all you require.
Some trust in money, and some in knowledge;
But we trust in Love and the cycles of life.

May you rise up with singing,
Knowing that the whisper of your heart
Is precious and never goes unheeded.
Rise up and give thanks!

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

 

In Love have I put my trust

In this Goddess is my safety.
In Peace have I put my trust
You are my defense and support.

Tho I am surrounded by doubts
And the voices of vanity drag on my heart,
Still I hold the vision.
I call to you Love, arise.
Peace, fall upon us like the whining rain
And sweep aside this fallow harvest.

Join hands and plow this land to new fruitfulness.
Join hearts and restore the Earth to her lovers.
That we may all sing under a golden moon.

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

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.

Blessed Be

Author: Ammond ShadowCraft
Published on Pagan Library