Whisper-Touch
What of the past and where its gone, become unchangeable
Its ghostly recollections vauge and barely recognisable.
Privelage esteemed it is,
having ken what now is happening,
and no concession for the future and what is coming,
or how it presses itself upon us.
It falls within our conciousness as it will,
with backward seeing eyes, onward, onward still.
If this were all then all in fairness
would come and go, impressing none, and meaningless,
but what of wonder, what of pain,
that so can touch this inner being and render helpless.
The Lady's privelage is granted to each as each by will,
and within each heart is planted the very seeds of Her skill.
Four creatures each within us strive, by spirit overuled
and in this moments experience are taught, advised and schooled.
Yet who will host the Dweller and the Guardian take to feast,
who side by side with the Sentinel, will dare to face the Beast.
T'is the creature of the midnight and the noon day burning sun,
the creature of the morning, and when the day is done.
Summer Autumn, Autumn winter,
the creature of Winter Spring,
and what of Spring and Summer and the wonders that they bring.
Of very earth and air and fire, and water we are made,
the Pentacle and Wand the Chalice and the Blade,
the whisper in the darkness, a touch by hand or mind,
the blossoming into brightness our thoughts and deeds to bind.
By what strange ways we come here
does curiosity, lead our burning dance,
or thoughtless chance.
To things we must pay heed.
A moment here then gone and passed, every one so fleeting,
the moment next imagined blest, or falls in time like moment past,
like all the rest.
It's only now this moment here, we need concern ourselves,
what happens next is only guessed, no matter then or morrow,
if starlight tressed or justly pressed,
or torn with sorrow.
However crushed the rainbow dream,
however harsh the judgement seem,
the whisper touch can all dispell,
the reaching mind can all make well.
Seek then only here within with each another,
the power of living,
in all that's quick, in all that sleeps,
in all that's hidden.
Darkfire
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