Lady Victoria Eclectic Pagan's blog: "Pagan Prose & Poems"

When they ask to see your Goddess, tell them how you have seen, The heavens starry display, Caught in blades of grass, On moonlit winters nights. Or rainbows of light, From dragonflies wings, On a golden summer day. Swans like pale white ghosts, Dissolve from the nebulous haze, Of early spring mornings. When they ask to see your Goddess, tell them how you have heard, The fall of winter snow, Like glittering butterflies On fields white with frost. The notes of distant thunder, Like divine symphonies, Roll across the drum of the sky. The song of owls, Like haunting melodies, Resonate through the still of night. When they ask to see your Goddess, tell them how you have tasted, The bitter tang of salt, Caught in sea spray, On a stormed tossed winter's day. Or the taste of the coming storm, In air thick with ozone, During the sultry heat of summer. Of water from mountain streams, As pure and cold as ice, More efficacious than wine itself.