BIRTH

Plain not for the fading Star this blessed Season;

instead, shine your soul’s beacon

upon that nascent orblet burrowed in the spiral

of its timeless Within.

Invoke that eternal Flame, pilgrims,

to its deathless whorls bequeath your treasures,

these distilled drops of truest joy

your inner eye weeps,

that no mortal heart could ever claim.

Let these rise as plumed jewels

into Dark's spangled Bell, its liquescent tongues

this late Autumn Night

sounding no sorrowful knell, but speaking healing,

repose, the springing forth of renewed Light.

Did not the skies ring gold through eventide,

ere the gloaming fell

upon shorn pastures and browning dells?

Shall mere flesh lament that which

our Mother honours and the Elements praise,

for the Universe so ordained?

We, who dispute the heavens' every sign,

and seek Tyche's hand to man's favour to incline,

could not fathom the whorls of divine Design.

Nay, we tread a limitless path through Time,

Beginning to sacred Beginning,

for who, votaries of Life, would ponder Death,

when the Infinite wills no end?

© 2016 Lilium Candidum

Lily's Verse

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