Poetry and Prose



This section is for poetry and prose written by Pagan/Wiccan individuals, and others that I just like. Some are old standards, some traditional, and others not so traditional. I hope you enjoys these as much as I do.


The Wiccan Rede

Bide the Wiccan Law Ye must, In Perfect Love, In Perfect Trust.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill:

An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will

And ever mind the Rule of Three:

What Ye Send Out, Comes Back to Thee

Follow this with mind and heart, And Merry Ye Meet, and Merry Ye Part.





Ojai School Meal Blessing


Earth, Air, Water, and Fire,
Combined to make this food,
Numberless beings have died and labored,
That we may eat.
May we be nourished,
That we may nourish life.





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At night make me one with the darkness, In the morning make me one with the light


by: Wendell Berry





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Anonymos

I sing to the Mother Gaia,
I sing to the Father Sun,
I sing to the living garden where
The Mother and Father are one.






Water Blessing

by: Lew Welch

Gentle Goddess, who never asks for anything at all,
And gives us everything we have,
Thank You for this sweet Water,
And your Fragrance.







Traditional Irish Blessings

May your troubles be less, And your blessings be more,
And nothing but happiness come through your door.



May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty.







Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

by: Joyce Fossen

Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.







A Thought for Yule

by: Diane Lee Moomey

Again did the Earth shift,
Again did the nights grow short,
And the days long.

And the people of the Earth were glad, and celebrated each in thier own way.







A Thought for the Day

by: Thich Nhat Hanh

Waking up this morning, I smile.
Twenty-four brand new hours are before me.
I vow to live fully in each moment
And to look at all beings with the eyes of compassion.







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By: Wendell Berry

When I rise up, let me rise up joyfully like a bird.
When I fall, let me fall without regret like a leaf.







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By: Rabbi Abraham Heschel

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is Holy.







Tao Te Ching, Translated by Stephen Mitchell


Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard.

Plants are born tender and pliant;
Dead, they are brittle and dry.

Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible
Is a disciple of death.
Whoever is soft and yielding
Is a disciple of life.

The hard and stiff will be broken.
The soft and supple will prevail.







A World Without Witches
By Robert F. Potts


Can you imagine a world without witches,

A world with all people the same?
Where the only known dragons are hiding in books,
And children are terribly tame?
A world without magic would be sad indeed.
I cannot imagine the pain
Of having a world where there's no Santa Claus
Where wizards are dreamed of in vain.

Can you imagine a world without spells,
That science and businesses run?
And think of the sadness a unicorn feels
When he no longer plays in the sun

Can you imagine a world without witches,
No elves, and no magical pools?
And can you imagine how dull it would be
If all that we had were the schools?

I cannot imagine a world without witches
A world with no magical wand.
A world without beauty, or even a dream,
Or a wood sprite of whom to be fond
They say I should grow up and be more mature,
Like a normal adult ought to do.
But I'd rather, at night, go to dance with a witch
And I'll bet that you feel that way too.







A Place Once Called Home
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Have you ever just sat and watched the long anticipated lightning
etch it's way across the darkened skies only a whispers breath above the pines?
Thunder silently echoes it's sadness in the distance as the rain finally breaks
the anticipation and begins to fall.

The wet smell drifts up, out, and through the night air
ever so gently to the nostrils of any one willing to pause...

For the briefest of moments...

All is right in the world.

Perfection drifts slowly away as I remember why I once called this home...






Blank Canvas


We are born into the World...
Like a blank canvas
And each person that crosses our path
Takes up the brush
And makes his mark
Upon our surface.

So it is that we develop.
And we must realize there comes a day
That we must take up the brush
And finish the work
For only we can determine
If we are to be Just another painting
Or a Masterpiece.


~Author Unknown~







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