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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
“Circle” by Jackie B. Steele
To the Eastern Sky & the Sun’s light rise
Sisters with Red/Yellow corn silk hair. The Lady of the Lake, holds out for us to take A sword or arrow of reason, “Be true to your word and let it be heard” While the pipe players make smoke & song Of Air upon Air Our Daughters dance in the jingle dress Upon these winds, Spring fertility begins.
As we Face the South & the Fire of Summer’s growth Many Sisters standing proudly there Oh Sisters, With Black Tree Root hair They give Tree staffs for us to hold To tap the Fire of Courage and Earth, To warriors now grown, they’ll give lance or bow To bravely call on their honor. We are tapping the Earth & Singing her Fire.
To the West we now face Full Moon sets in Autumns Grace. Maidens now Mothers, with dark hair grown quite long A Cup she gives out, kindred of her womb To catch the Waters of body, soul & Sky Giving birth to a balance Of Honor and humility & warriors a place to cry. Waters for the lands, the rains dance And a Mother weeps with love. A sacred Grail indeed
The North Crone waits Near Winters gate With glowing Silver White hair The lines in her face hold All the stories we’ve told About life, fair or unfair She holds up a shining reflective shield For all that we sought, the battles we fought, The Adventures we’ve danced and held dear She whispers on the North Winds, “Balance the Drama with Mirth” “Give this Joy to the Earth” & she laughs a hearty laugh. She gives us the shining shield A simple Mirror she did yield “The Great Mystery has Always been within” She smiles and walks softly away, on Death’s Snow Pushing a baby’s carriage towards Spring.