Dana Tibbitts

Poems:

The Soul
Beneath Her Wings
Dance of The Gods
Coming Home
Moon's Glory
Gods & Spirits
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Intangible, Viable life force
The spirit within.
Eternal, Everlasting, Undying
Not known where it begins.
Radiant form of light
Yet rarely ever seen
Can be touched without touching
Obtainable to some only in dreams.
Truly a vision to behold
To those who are aware
Of the immortal entity
That has forever been there.
In its trusted form it is all we ever shall be
A joyous spirit forever running free.
Its eyes are its only windows or so I am told...
The ceaseless light of our existence
Our eternal soul.

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A breeze is her kiss
Her face the glorious moon
Find the love you seek in her embrace
The keeper of the rune.

Her cloak is the dark sky
the stars her chariot
The blazing universal light
hidden by the night.

Her faces are many
for she is the beauty of all
Queen of the witches
the giver of plenty.

Her wings enfold the entire world
and protect those who know of her words.
Fear not the secrets of the night
Our protectress, the goddess is night.

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She stands alone betwixt the stones of the ages
patiently she waits for she knows what is to come.
Soon her true love will arrive
A celebration at hand
As the God and The Goddess Unite as one.

A unity like no other
universal life with universal life
it was this love that made creation
and bound us all together
the children of the night.

Her consort arrives and takes her hand
and gazes in her eyes
their love is matched by no other
on earth or in the sky.

They cradle each other gently
as they begin their dance
the Goddess and her Consort
Together again at last.

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Learning the mysteries
Seeking the secrets
Understanding the Goddess
Walking the Pagan Path.

Trusting the Universe
Feeling a unity with all the living
Knowing Mother Earth
Walking the wiccan road.

Reaching within myself
Finding me
Realizing I am not alone
Walking the new age path of spirituality.

Centering myself
Finding the truth
Gaining strength as I grow
Walking the road closest to my heart.

Reaching for the sky
Experiencing Divinity
Becoming Part of the Collective Unconsciousness.
Coming Home.

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I gaze at the almighty moon as she hangs in the sky
And it appears to me suddenly, the twinkle in her eye
Not a word does she speak a loud
But a thousand thoughts she shares
As she dances around the darkened sky
And guards her chosen ones with care
The mysteries she knows but does not dare tell all
Only those deserving will hear her call
She speaks in the whispering winds of the night
She sings the stars to sleep
Her glorious beams of light wrap around the chosen
And forever safe she keeps
Children of the moon
Be merry, joyous and free
Reach for the moon's glory
If it is the secrets of the mysteries you seek,
The goddess calls her children, can’t you hear her call?
The moon is smiling down, “Come my children, Come one, Come all.

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A chill is in the air
The seasons are changing
It is time now for the goddess to rest.

The leaves change to brilliant autumn colors
And Samhain is at hand
It is soon time to celebrate the new year
And give thanks to all we have had,
As the goddess prepares for rest.

Summer is passed on
The time for harvesting has past
The goddess treated us well with her gifts
She drew us to her breast as any loving mother would
But now her work is done
She must rest and past the torch to the lord of the wood.

The goddess closes her eyes
For her season has passed
Her consort is ready for the job at hand
Its time for “A small death” for all the land.

Pan rises and the holly kind reigns
Do not mourn the sleeping goddess
She will be back again.

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