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Merri’s Druidical Mumblings in the Form of Poetry By MerriBeth Weber, c. 1998 Dusk At the edge of the world, Dust Wild round me swirled, Sand Beneath me sank, Silence As deep I drank, Voice Called out my name, "Who?" I cried, insane. Answer I was never told, Tongue So strange and old, "Tell!" I plead in tears. Veil Thin between the years. Silence. And I wake. Sand Dreams Musings in a Colorado Hotel By MerriBeth Weber, c. 1998 Who am I on this precipice, This cliff above the world, Looking out o'er this great expanse, This majesty unfurled? What eyes are these, to survey so The trials of beasts and men? What lips have I to speak so of These things beyond my ken? Am I so wise a knowing thing To explain with proverbs grand, To nod sagely and lisp along As though I understand? By MerriBeth Weber, c. 1998 Northeast Stone Silently in death I lay That death before the birth, From nothingness, from there I came I prepare now for earth Sleeping, floating, pondering The silence of the spheres Inside are placed my gifts And my allotted years This memory sings to me When I'm asleep at night I listen, rapt with wonder, Till I'm touched by morning's light Now I find myself again 372 At the point within my dreams Where I must prepare myself To cross uncharted streams This is a rebirth for me A time for me to choose Who I wish to be and What path I wish to use By MerriBeth Weber, c. 1998 The Storm It stormed, thunder and lightening crackling in the sky, and in the air. I ran through the rain, leaping and dancing, like a young wild thing discovering for the first time what rain is. I stood in streams of water, drinking from the sky, atop the Center Stone. With each crack and flash I felt the power growing, within me and without of me, until they both were one. The breeze was my breath and the thunder my heartbeat. I lifted up my open hand to the heavens in exultation of this life, and the sky cracked. My other hand came up to join the first, and it cracked and rumbled again. My laughter was lost in the wind, became part of the storm. The circle spun around me, Alive. My love, my love. Lost in my reverie, we found a rift between us. Later, under the raindrops, his words brought forth an anger. A strength within me rose. A woman I didn't recognize. She brought him to the church and spoke with him. She sees clearly. Her thoughts are sound. God's words may pass her lips, she fears them not. Roles reversed, they converse, until he leaves the scene. And all in awe I venture forth, into the chapel dark. The pews are empty but hymns are heard, humming from the walls. I kneel in prayer before my Lord and ask to understand. By MerriBeth Weber, c.1998 Untitled The silence broken only by the sound of falling snow, the forest holds its breath. Standing cloaked in my calmness, I wait. The sun, a silver disk, strains through the clouds, whiter than angels' wings. The world's face softened by a snowy veil, the quivering bride of winter stands with me in silence broken only by the sound of falling snow. The forest and I hold our breath. Chill fingers reach to caress my eyelids. The Mother's arms are open, her child falls grateful into her warm embrace.
Stillness. The silence broken only by the sound of falling snow, the forest holds its breath. Walking With Dad By MerriBeth Weber, c.1999 Swaggering across hummocks of grass, Man style. Delicately balanced in one hand, A structure of a diminutive nature. Blackbird, he says. Only the ash have survived the swamp. You can tell them by their bark. Memory rests for a moment in childhood. Regrettable that the walks were solitary. Learning waits till now. Now that I am woman grown. The Dance By MerriBeth Weber, c.1999 There is a dance within my soul A Dance A Dance Throbbing in my head, beating in my heart A Dance A Dance Moving in my limbs, the rhythm A Dance A Dance I dance dance a dance dance catlike, slow, controlled, the rhythm beats faster, the power grows numbing, exhilarating Dance Dance Dance Who's is this? Stop. A knowledge, a knowing, to be gained in the dance. From Whom? dance dance Dance Dance DANCE! I'm walking, I'm avoiding I won't dance dance dance I don't know yet, I'm not certain of this dance dance dance Of the Father or the dark one is this dance dance dance What knowledge? This knowledge. What knowledge? Dance Dance In the meadow, in the forest, by the stones Dance Dance I must dance dance dance. I must know. Sister, if I go astray Please keep all the rest away. Dance. Circle Building By MerriBeth Weber c.1999 Mother, am I doing right? Does this soothe your pain? I'm lining stars up in the night And wondering if I'm sane. Mother, is this path I tread Leading me to hell? I cleared away those lying dead. Am I doing well? 373 There is a focus in this place, A power swelling deep. But now and then the Father's face, It haunts me in my sleep. Untitled By MerriBeth Weber, c. 1999 Dragonflies are droning in the dreary dusk of day, Heralding the harper who in Faerie's halls will play. Bellowing and trumpeting the bullfrogs bounce along. Fairies find their fellows as the harper starts his song. ' Remember rolling meadows And grasses wet with dew. Nights black as black And skies of pure blue. Remember golden silence. Remember waters clear. The world we knew is fading The end is drawing near. ' Elven cries of anguish echo eerie in the wood. Cries that carry farther than the fairies thought they could. Unwitting I was walking when wails were wailed aloud And the satyrs' song slipped my mind from its mortal shroud. Untitled By MerriBeth Weber, c. 2000 The morning sun sifts through my window. I watch the light and shadows playing on the wall. Quietly wondering why I am allowed such contentment. Can it be that this peace is what is intended And the rest is all dreams and folly? Mississippi Mud By MerriBeth Weber, c. 2000 Moonlight on naked flesh Rain on the river Laughter rippling Young voices cut the night So good to be young, to be free Living my dance Dancing alone Feet sure between the stones Water yielding and supporting The way is open The road so long and Traveled so quickly Standing a’tremble The droplets beaded on my skin Only the moon to light my path And the clouds come and go
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