Invitation of Innocence
Call to Abbey Dawn
There is, ‘tis true, a complement of glomming –
of blessed awakened dreams and quiet songs of dawn,
where Mother Nature seems confused — nay, bemused
‘tween realms of knowledge practical and conceptual.
The Abbey Lamp has burned in faith and forbearance,
as haven beacon for wanderers of the night –
not needed throughout the day as is our calling;
to be of Light and Welcome Message to strangers.
The wick is pinched and a thread of incense spirals,
and a portal of sorts opens, faintly yearning –
and any question asked of Rebirth or Covenant
must be answered by forthright Current of Ancients.
so join me there,
friends, sisters an all –
just outside the Abbey door
for a confabulation of group will
each dawn profound
while the pirates are away –
and the Lantern will respond
to thoughts and prayers
as thee might entrance
in verse and song
and soul touch.
papa – Lamp Lighter of Lemuria