We are the children of the old ways

Here is another of my pagan poem hope you enjoy it

The moon is where I found peace
The winds is where i heard the voice of my mother
And in sun is where I felt loved

The drums beats of my heart
My blood became a gate way to my ancestors

When the candies light is lit
My chants can be heard
Under the moonlight my offering is set

As the night begins the circle is rightly cast
As I welcome the elements
The gods and goddesses blessed my circle

The ritual plays part of the night
As fires burn high
The winds slowly bush against our face
Birds fly in to watch us sings and dance to beat of drums
If listen close you hear the ancestors chants with you
As the goddess sings the beautiful melody
For the gods who sit and watch over us
As night slowly leaves for the ritual about to end
We depart with marry me and marry part
The blessings are set for path we are chosen to walk

In this is who we are the children of the old ways
We are the pagan and the tress,the stone ,planets the wild animals we are all one
Our earth is part of us the rivers is our blood the fires our spirits and in winds we guide to home
Where mother and father wait for us .


We are pagan
We love
We light
In nature we found the peace

We the children of the old ways

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[PaintedBirdy]

i love how you describe how connected you are with the world. please keep sharing and please keep teaching :) much enjoyed!

and on an irrelevant side note: whenever i hear anyone talk about the old ways i always think of the song The Old Ways by Loreena McKennitt. it's a good song! and sometimes the song Old Time Religion by Pete Seeger, which is just plain-out funny :p