By Stuart MacKay-Woodward
Druids Charge
I am the whisper before the storm,
In the darkness from which you were born,
I have climbed the misty mountain peaks,
And walked the heights,
On the journey of endless night,
I was present at the moment of the babies first cry,
And at the moment of the old mans last sigh,
You can see me in the smile of the dancing child,
Or in the eyes of a lovers passion,
Uncontrolled and wild,
I touch you in the breeze of a long summers day,
And in the darkness of night,
I am the light that guides the way
I will be with you in both joy and sadness,
And I give you vision to see through the coming madness,
My love is the wellspring from which your words flow,
I am the one you have always sought to know,
I am Awen
I am Druid.
ooOoo
These ancient paths of mists between the realms,
Walked once by our ancestors,
Who had sight beyond the sight of their kin,
The one's who were once called,
For the gift to be given,
Those who came before us,
Who dared to see beyond the dreams of man,
They who learnt to weave the fabric of life,
And the essence of all living things,
I walk your pathways now,
I see the footsteps of giants who walked before me,
I seek now to find that which was once forgotten,
And the Gods of old will guide me,
O grant me the knowledge to hear that which is spoken,
And the wisdom to use it for the benefit of others.
Peace and Love
Stuart MacKay-Woodward