A Poem Inspired by Beltane

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In scattered huts and houses on the hillside
yellow lights appear in dark windows
like bonfires.

Every morning this fire festival
built from yesterday’s brushwood
fueled by good work and breakfast
and the blaze of sun
as the new day surfaces.

Whether we’ve spent the night on our knees
or at the crossroads,
whether we receive first light with celebration
or with dread,
whether we’ve drifted in dreams born by rose petals
or in nightmares.
Dawn calls to each of us, alike.

What path will you walk today?
How will you worship
in this age of dreams and visions?
Will you whisper, or call out
to all that is holy?

I will kneel in the soft dirt,
murmuring spells to the seeds.

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5 Comments

    1. Carol, how kind of you to respond to my last post. Your response has inspired me to consider posting again. You have developed a good frequency, it seems. You were in the very first Blogging 101 that I ever took, and I think that was the beginning for you, too. I resonated with your material from that beginning. It’s good to hear from you again. . .

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