Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.

© Jem Farmer, All rights reserved

Pagan Flame

In circle dance from left to right
Around the Pagan flame
From right to left eternal light
In midst of song she came

As distant drummers beat in time
The core of earth’s own pulse
With ebb and flow of tidal rhyme
One world can sing, one voice

The hallowed call from mother earth
We dance her tune of life
The core that beats from day of birth
‘til death’s sweet end of strife

The whisper winds that bring the rain
To quench the thirst of light
As trees of willow weep of pain
As Man has lost the sight

The ways of old return this night
And feel a loves embrace
Lament the past and oath to right
A soul will touch her grace

O Goddess queen of all that’s truth
Thine kin have come to thee
Forgive their sin of mortal proof
Open the eyes to see

In circle dance from left to right
Around the Pagan flame
From right to left eternal light
In midst of song she came

© Jem Farmer, 2008, All rights reserved