Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...

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Bardic Salvo #9: Mar. 1st, 2003
MY LADY
A poem by Caroline Boston January 2003
O Radiant Queen! My Lady in blue,
Flowing white veil around your head.
What was your name? Not one person knew.
Whyfore a Moon on which you tread?
Seven stars encircling in Night Sky,
The Pentacle held within your hands.
Thoughts that often made me cry,
Of forgotten Time, and forgotten Lands.
O how I searched for you, My Queen,
I knew that I’d known you at the Start.
I knew in my Past, your sweet face I’d seen,
I knew that I knew you, deep down in my Heart.
You have graced my life these past two years.
You knew I would find your Name.
You watched me face my deepest Fears,
And you loved me just the same.
And didst thou guide me, Beauteous One,
When Ancestral Clan I sought?
I found a cousin, I had not known,
So the Journey was not for nought!
I am content with who I am in this Life -
Descendant of Samuel 1783,
Of a Shoe Making clan of Worksop Town -
‘Tis good enough for me!
But take my hand, and again let us tread,
On Lands where I have been.
Let me remember all that was said,
Arianrhod, my Heavenly Queen!
Chalk Upon Her Hands
By Caroline Boston January 2002
A child so fair, with palest of skin
Travails upon the Land
Child of flowing, moonlit hair,
With chalk upon her hands.
Billowing shift of pure white cloth,
Flutters in the breeze.
Her name is softly whispered
By the Spirits of the trees.
Travails the child, beside her Clan,
No wavering from the Course,
White with chalk from the Land,
She forms the Great White Horse.
Stands she now on Berkshire Downs,
Knowing that this sight,
Will please her God and Goddess,
And aid them in their flight.
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Sister Druid
By Pat Haneke, Akita Grove, RDNA
January 2003, for the Public Domain
Original Song was “Sister Christian,” 1980s by Ranger Night
MIDI music can be heard at
http://members.tripod.com/~ellisbell/Sisterch.mid
[Introductory piano music]
Sister Druid, oh the time has come
And you know you’re the only one to say, OK
Where you going, what you searching for?
You know those guys don’t want to play by the rules.
It’s true.
You’re wavering
How much till you fight?
Defending all your rights,
Let’s make a stand tonight.
Friend, you know you’re growing up so wise
And yet we’re worrying that you won’t realize, your fate is here.
Sister Druid, there’s such crap in life
Don’t you give up on it till the strife, is through.
It’s true, it’s true yeah.
You’re standing firm
Now you’ve seen the light
You’ve got goals in your sights
And planning through the night
[Refrain thrice]
Sister Druid, oh the time has come
And you know that you’re the only one to say, enough.
But you’re protesting
Yeah, standing firm.
Vigiler’s Song
By Pat Haneke, Akita Grove, RDNA
Sep 2002, for the Public Domain
Original “Memories” by Webber from the musical “Cats”
Music at
http://www.angelfire.com/me4/midis/Midifiles/Memories.mid
Midnight – not a sound from the forest
And the moon’s lost in the clouds.
I am sitting alone.
By the campfire, the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind begins to moan.
Vigiling – all alone in the moonlight.
I have read of the old days,
It was more simple then.
I remember the first time I knew what Reform was.
Let those memories live again.
Every religion seems to give only dire warnings
Threats are muttered and the campfire sputters
But soon it will be morning