Gods of Old

Gods of old, long have you waited,
seemingly forgotten and outgrown,
waiting with the patience born of wisdom
for your children to remember you
and to come to you with open hearts.
Awake, come, that day is here.
Once more, we pour libations.
Once more, the old songs rise.
Once more, the dance steps are traced.
Once more, your names are spoken.
Never more will the altars be unattended.
Never again the rime of waiting.
Your children look to you once again
and pledge to you their faith.

Ceisiwr Serith, A Book of Pagan Prayer


About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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