Poems awaiting their purpose

Poems I have written

(explanations to come)

Weave

Weave a web from left to right,

Threads of silver, love, and light.

From right to left, we chant our song,

Unconditional love grows strong.

Over, under, in and out,

Back and forth without a doubt.

From here to there, from near to far,

Weave a spell as bright as stars.

White for the maiden pure and true,

Black for the crone with wisdom's hue,

Red for the mother strong and tall,

Huntress, Warrior, Nurturer, she's all.

Spinner, Weaver, Cutter of life's thread,

The goddess' call, to which all are led.

Petition

Mighty Lucifer, verdant and strong,

Sweet Diana, luminous and bright,

The sovereign of daylight,

And the empress of night,

Hunter and the hunted,

Guardians of all,

In the circle of life,

I declare this vow:

Respect for nature's entirety,

The fierce and the gentle,

Bestows honor upon you,

And the bliss I pursue,

Fulfill my heart's yearning,

So mote it be.

The fairy gift

What Bliss to find a gift of Fae

While walking through the garden green

A tiny Rock, a single Stone

Like none that you have ever seen

I'll take this gift and paint it bright

To match the joy I feel to find

A treasure left for me this night

That those fairy folk have left behind

And now I leave a gift brand new

As tiny eyes my actions peek

I hear them whisper, gasp, and coo

We play a game of hide-and-seek

This Bliss to find a gift of Fae

But better yet leave one true

For whatever thing we pass along

It's like in kind comes back to you