Pagan Poetry; Four Goddesses:
The Great Spirit keeps the wind blowing in my face,
Not for me to be walking against any wind's--
But for to keep he happy
Because it's good feeling; a kiss
A stroke of hand of the Goddess of Wind,
nothing like walking up-hill, against wind
being blown down, a little bit.
The Great Spirit keeps it raining on me
Not for me to be walking in the rain--
But to keep me slightly moist,
And a little bit cold--
Becaues the Goddess of the Rain keeps humbled servants,
whet with courage, and cold with determination.
The Great Fire Spirit; allowing my warmth,
pursuing my inner-most desires. ..
which can burn me, if i get too close-
when i see the light, that most don't. ..
The Great Forest Spirit, she shelters me so-
atelier canopy, green and plush, harbors
bountys of fruit and animal, keeps me healthy,
venom and antidote-
The Great Forest Spirit, she blesses me
with all that I've come to know.
J.T."In the Mornings, and at Nights"//
// Yehoshua Productions, 2010.
