December 9, 2020 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: Beauty That is Never Old —James Weldon Johnson
Beauty That is Never Old
—James Weldon Johnson
When buffeted and beaten by life’s storms,
When by the bitter cares of life oppressed,
I want no surer haven than your arms,
I want no sweeter heaven than your breast.
When over my life’s way there falls the blight
Of sunless days, and nights of starless skies;
Enough for me, the calm and steadfast light
That softly shines within your loving eyes.
The world, for me, and all the world can hold
Is circled by your arms; for me there lies,
Within the lights and shadows of your eyes,
The only beauty that is never old.
December 6, 2020 | Filed Under Tarot, Runes, Oracles, Weekly Insight | Comments Off on Weekly Insight from the Oracles for December 7, 2020
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December 3, 2020 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: To the Well-Beloved ~ Renée Vivien
To the Well-Beloved
~ Renée Vivien
You are my palace, my evening and my autumn,
And my sail of silk and my garden of lilies,
My censer of gold and my white column,
My parkland, and my pool, with its reeds and its iris.
You are my perfumes of amber and honey, my palm,
My leafy boughs, the cicadas’ song on the breeze,
My snow that is dying of hauteur and calm,
And my sea-wrack and my vistas of the seas.
And you are my bell that sobs with unvarying tone,
My airy island and my saving oasis…
You are my palace, my evening and my autumn,
And my sail of silk and my garden of lilies.