The Saltmarsh
Dark Clouds are gathering over the sea,
and shadows now race across the mudflats.
What use to me now is fitful moonlight
I pray to the gods, for I am in fear
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
Oh Matrones I need to see my way
Sea birds call,
Calling from the marshes.
But are they birds or maybe sprites?
I am the father of the chosen child
This is our holy place.
As it was for those who came before.
A threshold betwixt both Sky and Land
Liminal
A threshold between the land and sea.
And between life and death.
This is our sacred place
I am the father of the chosen child
She has eaten the mistletoe
Here we built our Henge
To worship those we must.
Who knows what they who came before did worship.
And from the Henge we built our crossing place,
A causeway along the lines of power.
Dark Clouds have gathered o’er the sea,
and shadows race across the mud.
What the sand seizes, it never lets go
I pray to the gods, I am in fear
I can hear their priestly chanting
‘Oh great God Taranis,
We offer this life to you’
With one sharp cry
She gives her life
So that the world will carry on
This does not help my pain
I have lost my first borne
Oh Great earth mother, wife to Taranis
Take my child and bless her and save her soul
Something in us fears what’s buried,
What we cannot see.
But we honour this the winter solstice,
With sacrifice.
To Taranis sky king
To Esus earth king
To Matrones wife to both
In the centre of the Henge,
The holy of holies,
The chosen Child.
This blessed child
The saviour of our world
Through her the cycle will renew
Dance round her grave
Widdershins
Lift our voices
In joyful song
Great Gods the clouds have lifted
The new day has dawned
Her sacrifice was not in vain
Copyright © Brian Terry | Year Posted 2012
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