Remember the Calling
While one may seek solitude and peace
within the protecting stones,
pray do not forget the Calling …
and she sang in longing,
”In misty moors we now repair,
the Grail’s wine of wisdom to be shared,
hear Myrddin’s Harp surround us there…
for He shall guide His Children.”
to which he echoed a decade later,
”Weaving, wandering, threading thrice ’round.
Does not the foot prance but lightly
on Earthly form of chance encounter?
Lead, love, guided by spirit surround.
It is new footprints in morning dew
that call me to wisdom’s misty share.”
and they now seek in twain
within and out — of then and when
the secrets of a bard’s rebirth
in the whispers of sisters and ancients
and faint tracings in Lemurian sands.
The call is to quest and aspire
to find the Elixir of Creativity –
a Grail perhaps …
or to gain clarity of vision to see it
were it held forth in trembling hand –
or embrace the courage to grasp it,
and sip and taste and savor and breathe –
or, having found wisdom along the way;
to pass it to another more needful,
and drink instead from an offered open hand
ever filled with promise and simple love.