The path we take under the eye of God
and universe, but some consider odd
Our mother of the Universe, in everything,
helps us to grow, into a birth of spring,
but know from where our lonely feet have trod.
In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and their wrath,
we found our way, along God's narrow path,
that led us to His gift of Sanctity.
Great Caeser laid to waste all we had known,
spared not one Mother, nor one child alone,
then forced us out to where we need to be
in Ireland, our emerald upon the sea,
and left behind the Roman heart of stone.
The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
then came of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.
You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, that destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.
Forget my name, remember just my way
of loving you both every night and every day
you'll have it all, if you can realize,
all we may want is here deep in these eyes,
and all you need is here, and here to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet