December 6, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on In Beauty I Walk ~ Diné Prayer
In Beauty I Walk
~ Diné prayer
In beauty I walk
In beauty I walk
My eyes see beauty
My thoughts find beauty
My feelings rouse beauty
My words name beauty
With beauty above me, I walk
With beauty below me, I walk
With beauty behind me and before me, I walk
With beauty all around me, I walk
Through the returning seasons, I walk in beauty
On the trail blessed with pollen, I walk in beauty
With mist falling and moon rising, I walk in beauty
It is finished in beauty
It is finished in beauty
November 24, 2019 | Filed Under Tarot, Runes, Oracles, Weekly Insight | Comments Off on Weekly Insight from the Oracles for November 24, 2019
The Weekly Insight from the Oracles for November 24, 2019 is live on my Patreon.
Thank you to my wonderful Patrons!
Not a Patron yet? Click through to find out the delightful perks waiting for you!
November 17, 2019 | Filed Under Tarot, Runes, Oracles, Weekly Insight | Comments Off on Weekly Insight from the Oracles for November 17, 2019
The Weekly Insight from the Oracles for November 17, 2019 is live on my Patreon!
Thank you to my wonderful Patrons!
Not a Patron yet? Click through to find all the delightful perks waiting for you!
November 13, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: Autumn ~ Amy Lowell
Autumn
~ Amy Lowell
They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia,
To me who am barren
Shall I send it to you,
You who have taken with you
All I once possessed?
November 11, 2019 | Filed Under Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: In Flanders Fields ~ John McCrae
In Flanders Fields
~ John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
