There is a sort of silver essence
In the pearly pale moon
A deity embodied
In her curves, a blessed boon
An age of metal, wheels
Where the dawn of man has passed
A new dawn approaches swiftly
With a speed that's unsurpassed
Where the men of 'faith' have fallen
And the cliffs of end loom near
The human race forgetting
And the moon, she sheds a tear
But beneath the satin shimmers
Of the ancient lunar soul
A gathering of spirits
In a ritual, console
A fire blazes brightly
In a wooded twilight glen
And a group of women join there
Clasping hands and hearts again
In a dance of grace and beauty
Round the flame before their feet
Singing songs of strength and comfort
To the moon and earth so sweet
Turning thoughts and faces upward
In a movement full of love
Giving energy to Mother Earth
And hope to Moon above
And in the silver draping lightbeams
Cascading from the night
A gathering of spirits
Join the moon in sacred rite
Author notes
A beautiful vision I had on the last Esbat.
A contest entry
- Magic in the Silver Moon by Lone Defender.
500 points, ended May 19, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Just reading this blessed enchanted verse again Love...how it touches the very soul of me. I wish to join you in this rite one day little Sister of light...
So Mote It Be~
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How funny
I was just reading it again myself. Thank you dearest sister... I quite agree.
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This is so enchanting...a feeling of perfect peace and perfect love. How blessed are the words that dance in my heart as I read!
Blessed be Dear One...blessed be!
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Goodonya. Once again, another masterpiece by the dear Seeker.
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It is indeed a beautiful vision...one I wouldn't mind sharing. Thanks for entering.
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