Thanksgiving

I want to wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving. Here is my Thanksgiving poem. Artwumyn~~~

Thank you God that the sun rises each day

Intent on it's journey across the skies

Oblivious to the grateful and the ungrateful

Shining down upon the earth without judgment

Through millions of miles of silent space

Thank you God that the moon orbits the earth

From time unremembered, it's faithfulness reported

Counted on, clocked, marveled about, and written down

Steadfast in the heavens like the stars and the planets

Never mocking the great cities that rise and fall

Thank you God that the earth has withstood

The eons of shifting continents, volcanic blasts

And asteroid impacts, ice ages, drought years,

Devastation of entire species, and devastation of

It's precious dwindling resources by one species

Thank you God that though we are like the storms of the earth

Violent in our changing natures, seemingly intent on destruction

Of all that is placed before us, unforgiving of the weak and helpless,

You have given us the example of the sun and the moon

The stars and the planets, the galaxies and universes.

In our short lives, the blink of an eye in timeless time

They appear unchanging, and somehow we are comforted.

Thank you that by your unending mercy, we have withstood

Since our creation from the atoms of the universe.

Thank you God that we can count on the sun to rise

Though we cannot count on peace to fill the earth

Thank you that we can count on the rhythms of the moon

Though we cannot count on lives without pain

Thank you that we can count on the heavens to stand

Because sometimes all the earth is quaking within us

And you are the only One able to calm the storm

Artwumyn

©2002

What a Mystery You Are to Me

What a mystery you are to me

What a wonder to behold

What a dream I had that you were mine

In a land so long ago

When a knight rode in on fiery steed

When a faerie came to see

When a love grew up from a tiny seed

In two hearts where dreams were free

Where the knight was deft with his two-edged sword

Where the faerie sang a spell

Where such noble deeds were told of them

In all villages and dells

Why a knight so sworn to gallantry

Why a faerie queen so fair

Why a pair whose bond would seal their fates

In a moment's mission dared

How a knight did say to his lady love

How a faerie was betrothed

How a promise given then is now

In a mystery so told

Who can say what is to a soul so old

Who can know when faeries die

Who can fathom such a mystery

In our hearts where love abides

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

The Healing Stone

Once carried in a Faerie's pack

Far across the mountain track

Through searing heat and stormy seas

Protected for the circle's needs

Pass around the healing stone

Let each one touch it's light

That glows within, how--one can't tell

But knows it's power shining bright

From ancient days and legends born

When elves and faeries lived

To them great gifts were then bestowed

The greatest one, the healing stone

A rock so plain, and gray with age

No one could see it's useful need

Once touched by grace from age to age

It then became the healing stone

A healing stone lit from within

With wisdom borne from pain

To bring a touch of caring love

To all who came in need

Pass around the healing stone

Touch it and be healed

And if you don't believe it's power

Stay a while, in time you will

For love can light the darkest night

And laughter build a bridge

Deep compassion finds a friend

In everyone she meets

Pass around the healing stone

Let none be turned away

And if they need one for their own

Then give the stone away

For love creates from ashes burnt

So well that they can't be

But from their essence love can build

A diamond bright and clear

So pass around the healing stone

Give it to a friend

Let them handle it a while

Watch it's work begin

Pass around the healing stone

Give it gently, give it well

Bring a broken heart to heal

In time those bones will rise again

Pass around the healing stone

Lit by love and charity

Kindly, gently, tenderly

Love can heal the greatest need

let love flow~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Center of the Circle

In the center of the circle
Sits a sister of the night
She has come to seek a vision
On her journey towards the light

Wanting wisdom fully measured
She is waiting for a sign
From the universal cycle
Pouring out eternal life

As she meditates in silence
Songs of nature fill the air
Forest dryads sing to naiads
Softly in their whispered care

Gentle breezes brush the needles
Of the pines in winded flair
And the chirping of the crickets
Warn of trespassers who dare

When a hush comes to the midnight
All attend with breath apart
Listening closely to the message
Given slowly to the heart

As a tear trails down in shadow
Sister rises for her flight
She must now complete her journey
With her wisdom gained this night

It is not in sorrow leaving
It is wisdom's price of gold
But she'd rather give up everything
For freedom loved and told

Still she smiles in her welcome
To the dawning of the day
And the sunrise shows her colors
Gold and yellow light her way

Universal in the circle
Is the cycle of all life
Forward motion of a journey
By a sister of the night

~~Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Sister Spirit, Hear Me Calling...a song

Sister Spirit, can you hear me

I am calling out your name

Will you answer to the wind speak

When it calls to you again

Can you hear me in the winter

Through the snowflake's silent fall

Can you hear me in each new bud

As the springtime brings it's thaw

Sister Spirit hear me calling

I am calling out your name

Will you meet me in the dawning

In the place where spirits pray

When I call will you come near me

When you hear me speak your name

For you know me as I know you

I am calling you again

Can you hear it in the forest

Hear it rustling through the trees

In the waves out on the ocean

Hear me calling o'er the sea

Sister Spirit let your heart lead

For it always knows the way

To your answers to your questions

From before and for always

Sister Spirit I am calling

Will you answer to your name

You will know me in the wind speak

In the circle's centered place

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

One Drum

One drum, one voice

One spirit, one song

One call, one note

One people, one hope

One earth, one sun

One moon, one cause

One drum, one voice

One people, one hope

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Oh, Muse of the Night

Oh muse of the night
With your tantalizing
Swirling
Whirling
And calling the poets to rise

All called hear your voice
As you whisper through the
Lilting
Unfurling
Of rhythms and rhymes

And we dance round the moon
While the stars keep time
As eternity's love song grows dear
Oh muse of the night
Call the poets to be hearty
And raise all the poems from their tears

Oh muse of the night
Each intoxicating
Drumbeat
A heartsbeat
That reaches us deep in our souls

Spin your web of delight
'Round each syncopating
Lifespeak
A rhythm
For dreamers tonight

As we dance through the stars
'Neath the full moonlight
Ancient worlds of infinity near
Oh muse of the night
Stir the dreamers with your starlight
To count all the gold in their tears

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

The Wind

I saw you at the window

For a moment flashing by

As you swept across the night sky

On your way to meet the moon

As you rode your hair shown silver

And your cloak flew wild behind,

Your horse was dark as midnight

As it galloped neath the gloom,

And on toward the sunrise

Without waiting for reply

From the messenger sent to you

With a golden yellow star

You traveled on till daybreak

I lost you in the sun

Now I must wait till eventide

To signal you to come

And meet your fellow traveler

Who rides from age to age

And wishes to accompany you

On Faerie escapades.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Full Moon Rising

Full moon rising

Right in sight

Through the wispy clouds and fog

Speaks to owls

And bats in flight

Of the wisdom of the night

Full moon wisdom

Light in sight

Through the visions of the dream

Speaks to me

Of truth's delight

On my journey in the night

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

The Faerie's Ball

Come dance with me

And we'll be free

Don't be afraid of the fall

I've lit the way

To the forest glade

Follow along, it's not far

Come let us spin

Our weaver's tales

And laugh into the night

The midnight mists

Will hide our view

Till we are out of sight

Come let us play

Along the way

The path is deep and wide

Most certainly

Say you'll come with me

To the Faerie's Ball tonight

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Faerie's Dance

Slowly, softly, tiptoe now

Through the grasses tall and blowing,

Whispering to call you, now

Careful to watch where you're going.

As in silence you draw near,

In the clearing's moonlight glowing,

Tiny moonbeams shimmer where

The aged willow tree is bowing.

There as soon as you appear,

You see beside the river flowing,

Faeries dance, then disappear

Quickly, lest you spy their going.

Just as soon they reappear,

Laughter twinkling, eyes full knowing

Of the game they love to play

When a stranger comes unknowing,

To their circle, night or day

A mystery's delight in showing,

Just enough to spin one's head.

Until they tire of games of ploying,

And slowly slip then off to bed.

Faerie Sojourner

©04/18/02

A Yellow Rose

I walked up to the garden gate and peered into the fold,

Of calendulas, daffodils, and sunny marigolds.

I gently pushed the bar aside and tiptoed in to see

If artemesias, phlox and such would come and play with me.

I spied a yellow rose in bloom, and fragrant with perfume,

She opened full, her petals trailed, her bridal veil in June.

As I passed by I heard a voice and turned to hear her say,

"Please set me free from this hard ground, I'll dance with you today.

"If you'll but stand upon your head and whistle for a while,

"You'll bring to earth the flower queen of yonder fairy isle.

"For it's fairies that will set me free of earthly roots," she told,

"That I might whirl and fly and sing the airy songs of old."

She sounded so convincing that I rolled head first a mound,

And did my best to whistle, as to set her off the ground.

Imagine my surprise then, when as soon as I was done,

I saw my hands as rootlets turned and to the earth was flung.

No dance or song I heard nor saw, but ploy so shrewd and bold,

To coyly trap my heart and free herself from earth so cold.

Now I have naught but hope that one yet more a fool than I,

Will one day walk to garden gate and peer at roses nigh.

Faerie Sojourner

©2002

Eons

Powerful forces
Forcefully claimed
Eons of decadence
Shamefully gained
Crushing all enemies
Without the reign
Cruel reinforcements
Breakdown and maim

Rigid entanglements
Severing thighs
Slashing the topmost
Of heavenly ties
Bleeding intangibles
Heartily slain
Proven superior
Profiting pain

Rebels evolving
In numerous spots
Grating on slates
Driving out toxic plots
Motif in innocence
Merciful hate
Shoveled integrities
Broiling insaite

Furious weathering
Storms at the gate
Tyrannical hypocrites
Rush to relate
Volumes of ordinances
Dictatorial plate
Vomiting dog-eared cards
Proving ingrate

Gathering clouds
Blacken skies overhead
Frightening selfish thoughts
Chosen in stead
Silvered redeemers
On golden steeds ride
Clash armors violently
Pushing back tide

Present day strategy
Peasants to bore
Grief stricken from the books
Hollow aged lore
Bloodlet from infancy
Stricken from flame
Rescued from sacrifice
Risen from shame

Tyrannies swallowed
Secrets well kept
Silently brokenness
Purities swept
Meekly inspiring
Strength in duress
Smilingly generous
Fervently press

Diligent fortresses
Skillfully made
Built on foundations
Incorruptibly laid
Slowly innumerably
Followed by one
Each rebel factor
Increasing in tongue

Forces of evil
In foolishness named
Fall into irrepair
Convenience is blamed
Conventions of terrors
Inventions in chains
Empowering innocence
Womyn now reigns

Artwumyn

©2002

What If...A Nightmare at 4:30 A.M.

What if you woke up one morning

and the sky was red

instead of blue?

The trees were gone, the grass

was white and all the flowers

stared at you?

What if you opened your door

to go outside and get the morning

paper, like you always do,

only there was no outside

your door

and no paper any more?

What if you turned on the TV to find out

what happened to your view,

And all the programs were talking

about you?

What would you do?

If you could do nothing about it

because you had no voice,

because you had no mouth,

And no sight, because you had no eyes

And no sound, because you had no ears

And no smell, because you had no nose

And no touch, because you had no body

Would it bother you?

Or would you just go back to bed?

What if your worst nightmare,

wasn't yet?

What if you died,

but weren't dead?

What if you didn't go to heaven

when you died,

or to hell,

but somewhere else?

What if every thought you had

ran down the pages of the telephone book

and smeared all the numbers so you couldn't

find anything fast anymore?

And then you forgot what that thought was?

What if the internet was reality,

and you weren't Tron

What if new research finally proved,

once and for all,

that eating

was the true cause of all sickness

and all death?

What if reality was finite and you found out

you were infinite

and infinite meant you would forever be

in error?

And no one cared anyway?

What if no one could ever ask inane questions

again because reality demanded absolute

obedience to the laws of Ohm?

And you didn't remember what Ohm was?

What if science fiction wasn't

And science fact wasn't

And evolution didn't

And creation never

And your mother and father truly loved you?

How would you explain your schisms?

If there were no therapists, no Freud, no Jung, no psychiatrists, because no one was crazy,

except you?

What if everyone took you seriously

when you were angry

and shot you on sight

for the things you said?

Would you be sorry for being dead?

What if every unkind thing you have ever done

was done to you

in one day

on your birthday?

Would that make you feel sad?

Or glad?

Or would you care?

Or would you just go back to bed?

At least you can sleep.

What if...

Artwumyn

©2002

Culinary Masterpiece

smooth black serving dish on
nubby turquoise linen
long graceful fingers slide
steaming breasts of
exquisite culinary artistry onto
centre stage
rustling of verdant parslied curtains
brushed aside by
mounding attaches in parade dress
sienna's drizzling from the height of fancy

slight tinkling ring of expensive wine glasses
poured and filled with clearly delicate eau-de-vie
ringing of one urgent moment's opportunity
nervous footsteps hurrying to join destined voices

gently smiling faces ripple on clear blue waters of
smoothly flowing rivers with
softest beds of grasses lining all the banks

rising celsius temperatures vibrate earthy drawn emotions as
steamy veiled intentions rise from polite conversations like
undulating rhythms from glimmering mirages in desert regions
of the heart

murmured sounds of gracefulness mix with ringing, clinking, tinkling
and softly muffled musicality's of jovial trivialities in
flavored savored waltzes of mutual admiralities

tick of time in ticking clocking orders down from deep night tocking
reminiscent of the docking of a rowboat on the grasses flocking to
the banks of rivers shocking with the forward knocking of the boat
to shore

scraping chairs in unisemble, shuffling footsteps to
assemble by the orifice through which fate of late had
opportuned

long slow good-byes and fond agreement of an interest in
retrievement of the essence of the evening's thrilled momentus of
achievement amid the closing of the door

then a sigh, a slightened shutter as the feeling of the flutter of the
heartbeat as enchantment floats about the room
slowly, eyes closed in enhancement, dancing to the scene's
romance lent effervescent coalescing attitude
remembrance of a lowered eye glance, touching hand upon a hand
dance, thoughts revealed in talk aside chance

a windowed gaze upon the moon

Flowtrvlr

©2002