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A Call to the Lord and Lady
She lives and breathes upon the Earth
Her wheel spins round the hub of June
She is the web of life and birth
Her smile floats softly with the moon
Heart of life, and caring mother
Loving sister, noble princess
Firebird spirit, restless lover
Shadowy hidden sorceress
His strength is there in mountains high
His lightning flies from air and cloud
His horn heralds the wild hunt's ride
He quickens forest, roaring proud
Children's friend, protecting father
Watchful brother, noble fighter
Laughing wise one, dark magister
Player of pipes, thoughtful shepherd
Their faces many, countless names
Pan, Diana, Zeus, Astarte
Teachers from dreams, oracle's flames
Speak, and guide us within our hearts
J.A.B. 14 Feb 89
The Enchantress
She raises her wand to the moon
And casts down a magical spell
Chants,spoken in ancient tongue
Perfumed smoke liberates the air
Gentle flames dance majestically
Enhanced by mother nature
Purified, passionate
As the stars shine in approval
The oceans mingle
Jovial love
She is the enchantress Power of the witch.
By Amy.
Blessings
May the East fling open your windows,
and fill your rooms with air;
May the South send you strong sunshine,
and give you the strength to dare;
May the West wash rivers into your heart,
and oceans into your soul,
May the North share the secrets and gifts of the earth,
to heal and make you whole.
by M. Flanders
'Neath Eagle's Wings
�neath eagle's wings
in earlier times gone by,
i morphed into great eagle windspirit,
spreading strong and golden wings.
casting off my earthly perch,
lifting my spirit into the heavens,
climbing without effort,
the wind and clouds in my face.
timeless and beautiful,
beholding my Earth Mother below,
painted like a child's marble.
blue and green, umber and white,
all colors perfectly placed.
seeing my Mother before me,
her magnificent beauty undefiled,
ahh... good medicine,
this vision, making my heart sing.
but now, with great sorrow
piercing my heart, i cry
as i fly above the roar below,
gliding silently but deliberately
on this one day among many,
grieving, heartbroken and saddened.
angrily and menacingly, i release
into the universe a deafening, heart-rending cry,
as i witness my Mother beneath me
being beaten and harrassed,
wantonly, carelessly defaced,
robbed of her life-giving blood.
my Mother cries out to me in pain,
her life-blood drained.
My Earth Mother bleeds,
my siblings cry,
my heartstrings tear.
my heartsong is silenced.
i continue my flight of solitude,
my Truth in my heart.
i am restless, i am angry,
as i see my beautiful Mother
raped over and over and over again.
i cannot land, i will not rest,
i will not give up my vision
of a return to a world
ordered and timeless,
loving and caring.
i feel for my kindred spirits,
living out their human existence below,
who, without wing and flight,
do not see what i see,
do not feel what i feel.
Great Spirit, All-That-Is,
reveal to all of us now
this great urgency of our time:
we are here to learn and to live
the medicine way
of ancient times,
the way of oneness,
oneness with self,
oneness with humankind,
oneness with all things,
oneness with our Earth Mother,
oneness with All-That-Is.
tomorrow will come,
as always it has.
Earth Mother in time,
in spite of our pettiness,
in spite of our ignorance,
will heal her wounds
and rebirth our world.
my brothers, my sisters,
now is the time,
a critical time, to love,
to embrace,
to be keenly aware,
that All-That-Is created us each
like unto Itself,
and placed us here,
lovingly, knowlingly,
perfect, whole and complete,
to love and to share
this earthly home.
summoning all my strength,
i spread my wings wide,
wider than i ever thought possible,
casting a giant shadow,
an unmistakable presence,
upon all the fields and waters below.
my brothers and sisters,
those that hear my call,
and feel my spirit,
squinting and straining,
look upward, fixing their eyes
upon this great sign from the heavens.
and at once we become as one,
each of the spirit of the eagle,
free, unbounded, and filled with this vision
of oneness with Earth Mother.
we open our hearts,
we open our minds,
surrounding Earth Mother
in beautiful white light.
we hold this dream,
we hold this vision,
we hold this consciousness,
we hold our Mother
in love and peace
�neath eagle's wings.
Written by
Eagle Windspirit
5/20/96
Young Birdspirit's Song
My children, gather close around me, as I recall the birthing time of young birdspirit, the joining day of two kindred spirits, the day your mother journeyed between the worlds. This young creature brought to her by the Great Mother, a young life barely a whishper, a young bird who chanced to enter a different world, foreign and too often uncaring.
Your mother fed this young bird, not in meal, but in loving spirit and connectedness. Constantly giving of herself, smiling at its every chirp and delighting in it gait. My children,we are one in spirit with the Goddess and with All-That-Is, and it follows then that we are connected to all things as with the Great Mother.
Not all people are attuned to this wonderful gift, but your mother has carried it within her, knowing that there had always been something special within her, yet unexplored. "Share with it your vital energy, become one with it's spirit," I encouraged her, and her Younger Self calls out to the young birdspirit from the depth of her heart.
As we saw a new day's dawning, the two spirits parted company, each with a gift, Maya with the innocence, the vibrant song and energy of the young birdspirit, and the young little bird with your mother's loving nature and intense passion for life. Spirits now joined, each sings in its own way the young birdspirit's song.
Written by
Windspirit
June 2, 1997 C.E.
Sweet Circle of Love
The quiet hours come,
eyelids heavy, as is my heart.
Not empty, yet not full.
not broken, yet still mending.
Not here, but somewhere...
searching...
hoping...
trusting...
that it will come home.
It has been said so often,
"home is where the heart is,"
yet my heart feels lost...
wandering...
waiting...
keeping me going...
sustaining me for what end?
My heart yearns to fly,
to search the wooded glen,
to find my love,
to sense its presence,
to feel its embrace,
to know its warmth...
yet, alas, I cannot soar
for my wings are healing.
Someday...
somewhere...
somehow...
I will fly again...
and find my way home,
to rest quietly with the Goddess
in loving embrace and earthly peace.
There I will gather flowers and sing of love
never waning... never failing...
a love I once knew.
a love that lived... and breathed...
and laughed... and cried...
and was held so close when it wanted to be.
As life does sometimes,
two hearts meet, and fall in love,
and feel the Goddess burning within.
But then life's forces
silently tell them
that their time is done
and it is time to journey on...
to leave the circle
as quickly and as suddenly
as they came to enter it.
What these hearts will never know,
as the distance grows,
and the flame of their candle grows weaker,
is "what could have been."
But what could have been
is a pit of quicksand
a slow death for the drowning heart,
a living hell, for the lonely heart.
Two parting hearts, it seems,
can only trust in the Goddess
to love them and guide them
and paint their love
in a new hue of friendship.
For two hearts that are bonded
in such love and oneness of spirit
can never be taken
from Her sweet circle of love.
Written by
Eagle Windspirit
July, 1997 C.E.
A Chant for an Herb Garden on Solstice
Most every Witch has at least a small herb garden- this is a wonderful little chant to be said over your herb garden on the Solstice sunrise.
Thyme and sage for sore throats,
Rosemary to darken hair,
Bergamot to make a tea,
Flax for me to wear.
Cecily for sour fruit,
Lemon balm a cake,
Chive to mix with salad and egg,
Mint a thirst to slake.
The Wise Women of old with loving care
Grew herbs and gave poor folk a share,
And cottage gardens still are found
Where natures' medicines abound.
submitted by Sue aka Red
A Litha Prayer for the Earth
Great God, Father of the Earth,
Shine down on this, your strongest day.
Blessed Goddess who gave us Birth,
Bless us who honor your ancient way.
As Summer's light falls to the ground,
lending crops and trees it's power,
the Summer winds blow warm and round,
touching the corn silk and the flowers.
We give you thanks, our Mother Earth,
We praise you, fire of the Sun.
We dance this Solstice day with Mirth,
from dawns' first light 'till the day is done.
Blessed Be!
submitted by Sue aka Red
Source:Wicca Magic
updated May 13, 2000
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