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What is it that makes a poem "pagan"? Many of these selections name the Goddess in her many guises. Some celebrate profound experiences of nature and our brothers and sisters of many species. Several are evidence of the empowerment that magickal practices bring to our lives. Some revel in the sensations of our earthly existence. Some are as mysterious as the very idea of divinity.
All of these poems are expressions in some way of what we, the writers, feel it is to be pagan in this modern world. We hope you enjoy the many and varied insights into the pagan experience, whether you follow the path or are just visiting.
I, Oh my children,
All the faithful,
Heed the call,
Hear the sanction...
The ancient eldritch plea
Gathering from the thousand shadowed places,
Plazas, pagodas, pavilions...
Reach out, summon in communal ritual
The quencher of your thirsts
Slayer of want... (continued)
The moon shines brightly in the
dark night sky.
Looks down on me and smiles.
Come to me my daughters and sons
And witness the old beginning
An event which gives rebirth to the moon
The rise of the Godess' children.
See my soul lighten over the sky
Feel my breath in the wind.
Hear my voice inside your heart
Walk upon my skin... (continued)
It was in my meditative musings that I first stepped
I step
upon the labyrinth deep within me.
A place of light and shadow, where my inner self
hides amongst life's patterns, playing... dreaming.
I step
Here I pondered all that I had lost...
A father, a home, a lover, a friend that A in Calculus,
I step
Innocence, reckless abandon, charm, time.
I step... (continued)