The Old Oaken TreeI have sat in your shade and have been dreaming.
Often I have forgotten the time.
Into your bark I have sobbed.
Underneath your roof of leaves I have sought shelter.
My grief, my joy I have told you.
A feeling of safety I have found here.
You are still there - changed - like me ...
After so many years.
You have stood your ground.
I have found a home, a place to strike root.
We share our life at the little creek.
Hardly I can grasp it or word my joy.
The power, peace and silence that surround you
I have already loved as a child.
And when I climbed up your branches and hurt you -
Please forgive me, the ignorant child.
That what I loved to have, you have given to me -
Power, dignity, hope - zest for life.
We Are the PagansWe are the Pagans, Children of All,
Celebrating the seasons, standing Tall!
We mean you no harm, Though we may seem weird,
But we really are not people who need to be feared!
Many separate paths do we walk alone,
To experience the wisdom of what we are shown,
Goddesses and Gods light up our ways,
On darkest nights and during brightest days!
We are the Pagans, Children of Earth,
Celebrating Nature and Her rebirth!
We see the beauty in all of creation,
Yet it needs no standing ovation!
Our religion comes from no book,
It is inside that we must look!
Go with your feelings, trust your heart,
The Old Ones will teach you to play your part!
We are the Pagans, Children of Air,
Seeing it all, whats really there!
Not afraid to trust our senses,
And go beyond restrictive fences!
Walking between uncounted, unseen worlds,
As before us true reality is now unfurled!
Not all will sense or truly believe,
But tis up to you what you will perceive!
We are the Pagans, Children of Fire,
Of learning and grow