On this page I will be listing some poems that I find and some that I write write when I am in the liturary mood. So please read and enjoy. If you have a poem that you would like posted please e-mail me and if it is apropriate I will be happy to post it on this page.
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These are a few poems that I found on another site.
Before time was, there was The One;
The One was all, and all was The One.
And the vast expanse known as the universe was The One,
all wise, all pervading, all powerful, eternally changing.
And space moved. The One molded energy into twin forms,
equal but opposite, fashioning the Goddess and God
from The One and of The One.
The Goddess and God stretched and gave thanks to The One,
but darkness surrounded them.
They were alone, solitary save for The One.
So they formed energy into gases and gases into suns
and the planets and moons; They sprinkled the universe with whirling
globes ans so all was given shape by the hands of the Goddess and God.
Light arose and the sky was illuminated by a billion suns.
The Goddess and God, satisfied by their works,
rejoiced and loved and were one.
From their union sprang the seeds of all life,
and the human race so the we might achieve incarnation upon the Earth.
The Goddess chose the Moon as her symbol,
and the God the Sun as his to remind the inhabitants of Earth of their creators.
All are born, die and reborn beneath the Moon and Sun;
All things come to pass thereunder, and all occurs
with the blessings of The One, the Goddess and God,
as has been the way of existance since before time was.
Author Unknown
Song of the Goddess
I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all creation nad existent prior to their cnsiciousness.
I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.
I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic. The winds and moving leaves,
sing my name.I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens,
I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon. I am field untouched by the plow.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the Harvest. I am clothed with the deep,
cool wonder wonder of the Earth and the gold of hte fields heavy with grain.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruitation according to my season.
I am refuge and healing. I am the life giving Mother, wonderously fertile.
I am the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.
I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon. I rule the tides of the oceans and of women and men,
I give release and renewal to weary souls.
I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas. My names are many,
yet know that by all names I am the same. I pour forth insight, peace, wisdom, and understanding.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and crone of reckoning,
and I send you blessings of limitless love.
Author Unknown
This next poem although not wiccan in nature is a very wonderful poem written by a soldier on a peace keeping mission in a far away land during the holidays. Please read this and think about all of the soldiers in the world, whatever their religous prefrence may be, that will not be able to spend the holidays with their families, because they are protecting the freedom that we all injoy.
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone.
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
And to see just who in this house did live.
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A somber thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I found the house of a soldier, once I could see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder.
Not how I had pictured a United States Soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon 'round the world the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa don't cry, this life is my choice,
I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
My life is my God, my Country, my Corps."
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep,
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
And we both shivered from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave that cold, dark night,
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered,"Carry on Santa, all is secure."
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, and to all a good night.
Author Unknown Soldier
This next Poem is also not of a Wiccan nature, but someone sent it to me in an e-mail and it really touched my heart so I decided to include it.
Snowflakes softly falling
Upon your window they play
Your blankets snug around you,
Into sleep you drift away.
I bend to gently kiss you,
when I see that on the floor
there's a letter, neatly written
I wonder who it's for.
I quietly unfold it
making sure you're still asleep,
It's a Christmas list for Santa
one my heart will always keep.
It started just as always
with the toys seen on TV,
A new watch for your father
and a winter coat for me.
But as my eyes read on
I could see that deep inside
there were many things you wished for
that your loving heart would hide.
You asked if you friend Molly
could have another Dad;
It seems her father hits her
and it makes you very sad.
Then you asked dear Santa
if the neighbors down the street
Could find a job, that he might have
some food, and clothes, and heat.
You saw a family on the news
whose house had blown away,
"Dear Santa, send them just one thing,
a place where they can stay."
"And Santa, those four cookies that
I left you for a treat,
Could you take them to the children
who have nothing else to eat."
"Do you know that little bear I have
the one I love so dear?
I'm leaving it for you to take
to Africa this year".
"And as you fly your reindeer
on this night of Jesus' birth,
Could your magic bring to everyone
goodwill and peace on earth".
"There's one last thing before you go,
so grateful I would be,
If you'd smile at Baby Jesus
in the manger by our tree."
I pulled the letter close to me'
I felt it melt my heart.
Those tiny hands had written
what no other could impart.
"And a little child shall lead them,"
was whispered in my ear
As I watched you sleep on Christmas Eve
while Santa Claus was here.
Author Unknown
