Gentle Touch of the Old Ones

The Gentle Touch

Walking along the Crooked Path,
With Knife and Cup, Stang and Staff,
Old Ones walking by my side,
Taking me along, far and wide!

Time to Learn, time to rest,
Trust the Old Gods, they know best!
Finding Knowledge along the way,
Hearing what the Old Ones say!

Heed Their Words, listen hard,
Wisdom found in words of Bard,
Simple things, nothing much,
Yet feel the tingle in gentle touch!

Feeling warm breath from a child,
Seeing beauty in the wild,
Gentle touch of the Mother,
Lying together with your lover,

Sensual meal by candlelight,
Shooting Stars in the Night!
Spending time in good company,
Sharing laughter, You and me!

Moonbeam glinting on the water,
Autmn colours, days become shorter,
A shaft of sunlight in the Mist,
A glimpse of Stag, you get the gist!

Wisdom comes not from a Book,
No matter how hard you care to look,
Knowledge holds dubious value,
Until you know whats true for You!

Only by Doing can we really Be,
Experience begats Wisdom, dont you see?
Live your life with open eyes,
Live beneath wide open Skies!

Take every chance you may get,
Dont live like some coddled pet!
Growth is seldom without strife,
Thats a part of every life!

Call of the Gods, getting Stronger,
You cannot ignore it for much longer!
Let yourself really feel it all,
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall!

Be open to a sense of Awe,
Follow your heart, live your Lore!
Heed my words I ask of thee,
As you will it, so mote it be!

Suzanne Read
8th November 2010