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Speak
of Religion? Is that what you say?
When have we spoken of other this day?
In all that you do and all that you think
The Gods are there, if you just feel the link.
Find wonder in each breath so sweet,
In the miracle that is your feet,
In the strength of hand that hews through stone,
In compost turning into loam.
Say you, "this for the Gods, and that for me?"
You've not ears in your head, nor eyes to see.
Belief is not your Sunday best
Worn one day and cast off the rest;
Nor rules to heed because you should.
How can caging passion and dreams be good?
There is no closing time in the house of your soul
Every moment's a prayer - and you find yourself whole.
Each day is magick, have you hearts to feel.
Connect with each moment, each turn of the Wheel.
Give your attention to all that you do
And you'll find the light of your soul shining thru.
For the Gods are with you, even now.
They are in the sweat that beads on your brow.
The Mother coddles each seed you sow,
'Tis the Hunter's hand that guides your bow,
The Matron wise who threads your loom.
And the Lover's pipes that play the tune
Brings silent tears and laughter bright
And gentle touches in the night.
And in your joy of the Dragon's dance
With soul enflamed and heart entranced
See with a-maze-ment in your mind
Your life with all Life entwined.
And as you soar to reach new height
You bring others near, as well, the Light.
But cast your dreams not far afield.
The soul is not a knot which fails to yield.
Nor a puzzle missing but one small part.
Open the windows of eyes and heart
Look about with eyes of love and you shall see
In child's eye and budding tree
In raging storm and soft falling snow
By dawn's soft blush or sunset's glow
The Gods are in your every breath
In each moment of the Dance twixt birth and death.
Lionrhod 1997
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