- Greetings all; Since I just now joined, I thought that I should
introduce myself. First of all, the poem that was just posted (
Oak and Holly King at Yule By Nancy Venus) is wonderful. If this is
what I have to look forward to on this list, then I have found
myself a great place to hang out and read and share. I've been
writing poetry pretty well all of my life, but I have not studied
poetry formally, so proper structure of various styles of poetry is
not my forte. I am the moderator of United Communities of Spirit and
have been for 4 years (an on line global interfaith initiative).
Last March I founded the Vancouver Island Pagan Alliance
(http://vipalliance.com) and we are slowly growing that project. I
was initiated into mysticism at about the age of 3 (that i can
remember) and into witchcraft at the age of 14 or 15. I'm 48 now,
and have been a student of BOTA since 1996.
Here is my introductory poem to you all. Thank you for reading:
Change of Faith
My faith is Poetry for it so
to love one feels the song,
and heart that feels the season's call
is ever a faith so strong?
The fire of radiant beauty beams
in curves of a lover's hand,
speaks to soul on highest peak
no matter where we stand.
Beauty springs from netted words
informs a state of grace,
dappled shadows leaves and branch
to wit an elegant lace.
What becomes of those who've won
the cup that fills the more,
who've married all the paradox
the scriptures and the shore?
Sailors cast a mighty beam
for those who sit and wait,
or drowned and died tormented woe
but found the brighter fate.
Netted song with far flung arms
blow kisses on the key,
perception's door opens wide
casting proverbs to the sea.
Weaves by day a path for late
by night a path for soon,
that all who follow inward song
by star by sun and moon.
Balance hangs the two and one
beaded stars and pearls,
walks upon the path for you
the Poet weaves the worlds.
Amidst the planets - verses, rounds
the beating drums of change,
in fire and water Life is bound
Light's children - the exchange.
Footsteps walk on unmarked path
by light of hidden orb,
Poet's heart in tender thrust
abeds Lady and the Lord.
Above, beyond, within, without
in every state of grace,
wisdom ripens into wine
to look upon Love's face.
By candle light and bees of bright
to reach the far off land,
The Poet dips the feather low
and wanders hand in hand.
With heart on fire and inward eye
the parchment stains with dew,
softly fall the leaves that bore
a mark on which to view.
Should we by night stray into sight
of he that sings his due
or catch the fever of the song
so that we must sing too
Cast the lot into the ring
to grant a strange inspire,
sweet melody the song is born
the warmth of kindred fire.
A Change of Faith© Giovanna Zammit - 2001
- Hi! I'm new and hail from the mountains of North Georgia. I've been
writing as long as I've been a practicing Pagan, 7 years. Glad to be here!
- Welcome, I enjoyed your poem. very sweet.
--- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "You can call me Flower if
ya want to..." <gleamchaser@...> wrote:
> Hi! I'm new and hail from the mountains of North Georgia. I've been
> writing as long as I've been a practicing Pagan, 7 years. Glad to be