Be warned..
There is magic in this poem.
Do not read it aloud,
or with carelessness of heart.
~an old invocation of Pan~
I am the fire within your heart . .
the yearning of your soul.
I am the hunter of knowledge
and the seeker of the holy quest.
I -- who stand in the darkness of light
am He whom you have called Death.
I -- the consort and mate of Her we adore,
call forth to thee.
Heed my call beloved ones,
come unto me and learn the secrets of death and peace.
I am the corn at harvest and the fruit on the trees.
I am He who leads you home.
Scourge and Flame,
Blade and Blood --
these are mine and gifts to thee.
Call unto me in the forest wild and on hilltop bare
and seek me in the Darkness Bright.
I -- who have been called Pan -
Herne - Osiris - and Hades,
speak to thee in thy search.
Come dance and sing;
come love and smile,
for behold: this is my worship.
You are my children and I am thy Father.
On swift night wings, it is I who lay you at the Mother's feet
to be reborn and to return again.
Thou who thinks to seek me,
know that I am the untamed wind,
the fury of storm and passion in your soul.
Seek with courage
lest you be swept away in thy seeking.
Seek me with pride and humility,
but seek me best with love and strength.
For this is my path,
and I love not the weak and fearful.
Hear my call on long winter nights
and we shall stand together guarding Her Earth as She sleeps.