The Wiccan Path
By the light of one full moon,
We gaze upon a lonely star,
To see what life we can embrace,
Or where in life we are.
If the moon could tell no lies,
What truths would it behold?,
Would it tell of un-sung grace,
Or the treasures the Earth bestowed?
In the horizon I see a sight,
To which the pale moon lights,
Come walk the path of Wiccan life,
And behold their loving rites.
To know us is to love us,
To not know, is the basis of fear,
To uphold our bi-laws and understand,
Would be to make things clear.
The love we have is for all things,
It stirs our inside being,
To shun us without a single clue,
Is to read without first seeing.
Take a walk amongst the woods,
And catch us under the moon,
Dancing and singing our praise,
To a wonderful up-beat tune.
We live our life under the Goddess,
Who in our hearts we embrace,
Our praises seem to reach her ears,
While the moonlight caresses our face.
Come sing with us amongst the woods,
Enjoy the way we live,
For all the love within our hearts,
Is what we are trying to give.
Julie French
Jan. 9 2006