I Run with an Old Priestess (poem)
Updated: Jul 31, 2020
I run with an old Priestess, Dana
Through an awning of magnolia and fern
A rainbow of our kind
Mirrors a path beyond the hillside
Where the Faery Folk entwine
She says she’s a Keeper of Ancient Rites
and bows to meet my ear
There is no magic without your heart,
So bless it always, my dear
As wind hisses through the Oaks
We find our garden grown Nature is our altar, roses of our will
We are temples of the Goddess,
Where the chalice always fills
Become the bud, become the bee Drink deep the nectar of the Sidhe
What worlds there are, what worlds shall be
Dana of the Silver Moon, Star of the Sea