I have come to see hidden skies,
Viewed……….
With ancient eyes.
Weeping……….
For non human cries.
The earth raped.
Her body scorched.
Who will carry, the sacred torch?
Blessed are We,
With our pentacles close to our breast.
Giving comfort, easing unrest.
For a circle has no end,
Never to be broken,
Never to bend,
Never to surrender,
Never to retreat,
It knows no defeat.
We come upon this secret glade,
To show our heart,
And never be afraid,
For once joined,
The kinship will never fade.

Blessed Be

Scott Lancaster  June 1998.