Newcomers will think to step lightly —
fearful of disturbing footprint
on the drifting sands of past journeys,
but I challenge thee to be bold,
for the long sought Grail of Creativity
is nothing if you will not grasp it!

I (papa faucon) would suggest that you take some of the words —
nay the passion —
of sister’s thoughts and nether dreams,
and build upon them —
weaving thus the old and new
in preparation for meeting an Ancient.

……………………………………………….

by way of example, I offer a song
written by m’lady Emrys years ago —
and the words I penned in response.

CircleWalk (Em – 9/90)

I tread thrice ’round, three times three,
to release the Spirit within me;
and all Life’s Echoes from Her Seas.

And She shall lead Her Children

Along the wooded paths I trace, weaving, wandering,
through time and space, ’til I espy Her Beloved’s face.

And He shall love His Children.

In misty moors we now repair,
the Grail’s wine of wisdom to be shared,
Hear Myrddin’s Harp surround us there.

for He shall guide His Children.
………………………………………………….

faucon’s response (2003)

Reflection of Life’s Echoes.

Weaving, wandering, threading thrice ’round.
Does not the foot prance but lightly
on Earthly form of chance encounter?

Lead, love, guided by spirit surround.
It is new footprints in morning dew
that call me to wisdom’s misty share.

As long as the heart does never welsh,
nor girlish laughter leave wooded paths,
then He and She will lift up your steps.

Norse blood can call on Bragi’s voice
as well as Jotun’s heavy striding
to crossing the Rainbow Bridge in song.