THE SEER AT SAMHAIN

You would have me speak Fortune's

decree, evince the Future

in mere words? I could not unravel

cosmic design, nor could

phrases contain that which expands 

every moment.

Nay, I would exhort you heed Nature's

prescripts, for She alone construes

the Universe's will.

The Year burns brightest ere it dies; 

Time's dark vortex swallows

its golden ashes. The torch is passed

to tomorrow, 

to you and your brethren, kindling your 

deepest spark;

by its cleansing light must you disinter

the jewels within, 

the fire of ancient words, the song of 

voices silenced, that you

might sing. These fields bled, that your

vessel might not hunger,

the Seasons yielded up their hues, 

that your souls might blossom.

The North Wind carves your names

upon the land, 

as you spin the spire and leap the flames.

Autumn leaves bear your hopes

to the Great Below,

for to illumine the Goddess' dreams.

Death brings forth new beginnings;

Winter shall birth Spring; your tears shall

water the seeds of joys to come;

naught shall remain fruitless.

Still your heart and mind, bid your spirit

listen for the divine solacing

of the Oaks, for the wisdom of

Winds and Waves, for such they imparted

to the mages.

Thus shall you learn to seek the Light. 

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image source: www.pinterest.com