Between the defined lines of bliss
Lies the essence of a sigh.
Where prayers fall nigh, And are
Blown by the winds of the most high.
Left alone is a timid man,
Hoping that whatever is left divine,
May hear thine sniveling cry.

Down the lazy river
Where golden faeries fly~
Lays a translucent orb,
Polished by the winds of the sky.
And within its glare,
All men would wonder and stare.
Within it what could it be?
A world of reflection,
The dreams of thee.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there were people  who believed in laughter,  joy and love. They believed in many deities,  but the most important to them was their Great Mother Goddess. They believed in and lived with the powers of Nature. They reveled in the Wind,  the Rain, the Snow and the Sunlight. They marveled at and  revered  the changing of the seasons and saw  therein  great excitement  and  wisdom to be gained. They knew  that  if  they
tended,  cared  for  and  loved the Earth,  in return  She  would provide for,  care for and love them.   They saw that all  around them  the  world was filled with Life,  much as their own but  in many  different and wonderful forms.   They felt the life of  the flowers,  plants  and  trees  and respected them  for  that  life essence.   They  looked about and observed all the many types  of animals  and saw that they were kindred to them and  loved  them.  They  felt  and observed the great Love of the Goddess all  about them  and knew kinship with the Moon.   They were practioners  of
The Old Religion, worshipers of The Great Mother!