"Soft is the rain, it gently falls
Upon the fields beneath
It lulls the heart, it stills the wind,
Gives solitude I seek.
It patters down, so gentle yet
It ne'er does bend a leaf,
And yet the water that is there
Will wash away all grief.
For smoothness follows in the wake,
And quiet and peace and love
Are all around in freshness new,
Come down from clouds abover.
All evil go, flow out from here
And leave all fresh and plain.
Let negativity not come
Into this room again.
For love I now find all around,
So soft, so still, so sure;
I can perform my rituals
As peace and quiet endure."
Author: Unknown

Are you an ember
Are you a flame?
Do you stand strong
Or melt in the rain?
Are you a weak link
Or part of the chain?
Are you part of the solution
Or part of the blame?
For we are the people
and we are the change.

Who should be watching
Protecting the earth?
Is the land sacre
Or just dirt?
Your sisers and brothers,
Who helps with their pain?
Are you part of the filling
Or part of the drain?
For we are the power
and we are the change.

When modern-day witches
Are put to flame
Do you go for more kineling
Or shout out in shame?
Do you just hang out
When others are hanged?
Do you make a difference
Or stay the same?
Are you part of the problem
Or part of the change?

For we are the people
We are the power
We are the change
Author: David Norris

By the fern brake, deep and shady,
There I met an elfin lady.
Dressed in cobweb silk and flowers,
There she whiled away the hours,
Waiting until dark.

On the soft green moss beside her,
Lay a baby wrapped in eider.
Skin so fair and hair like midnight,
The lady watched the coming twilight,
Waiting until dark.

Silently, I sat beside her,
Hoping for some words to gather
In my numb and startled mind.
Said the lady, "You're most kind
to wait with me till dark."
"Are you lost?" I asked the lady.
"Is this your home, this fern brake shady?
Will others come by star and moon?"
She only smiled, began to croon
To the elfin child.

The baby slept. The lady told me
Deep magic of the Earth and Sea.
Spells she whispered, strong and old.
"Use them well,"she said."Be bold
When spelling in the night."
"Can I work these?"The lady smiled,
Gathered up her sleeping child.
"Oh yes,"she answered, "Tis a boon
For waiting with me till the Moon
Slips up the sky."

Thinking deep, I sat beside her,
Keeping watch. I heard the rider
Coming through the fern brake shady.
"Are you there, my lovely lady?"
Called an elfin voice.

An elfin lord, his clothes all viney,
Armed with sword and dager shiny,
Rode his horse into the fern brake.
Then my heart began to quake
On seeing his dark eyes.
Twilight gathered; birds were still.
The Moon came up above the hill.
Suddenly I felt alone.
"Have no fear, for you have sown
Good friendship."

The lady smiled and raised her hand.
Upon her brow a shining band
Glistened by the light of Moon.
"would you too give forth a boon?"

She asked her Lord.
"For here is friend, a watcher bold."
"But they are enemies of old,"
The elf Lord answered.
"No," she said,
"But guarded us in this fern bed."
He smiled.

"So there are some who wish us well."
His voice was like a distant bell.
A ring he took from off his hand.
"This will tune you to the land
and magic."

Its stone was pale, just like the Moon.
The air was filled with eldritch tune,
As they mounted, Lord and Lady,
Rode off through the fern brake shady.
I stood alone.

People say elves are not there.
But I have heard their voices fair,
When I sit down in the brake.
Magic spells I've learned to make
All from the Lady.

Elf Lord's ring is on my hand
To help with magic from the land.
Sometimes I talk with Lord and Lady
In the fern brake, deep and shady,

Is there magic? For me 'tis so.
For when the sun is sinking low,
I feel Earth's power within my heart
And know that i shall never part
From the Lord and Lady.
Author: D.J.Conway

Goddess? Are You Real?
The little child whispered, "Goddess, speak to me." And a meadowlark sang. But the child did not hear.

So the child yelled, "Goddess, speak to me!" And the thunder rolled across the sky. But the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said, "Goddess let me see you." And a star shone brightly. But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, "Goddess show me a miracle!" And a life was born. But the child did not know

So the child cried out in despair, "Touch me Goddess, and let me know you are here!" Whereupon the Goddess reached down and touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly.

Take time to listen. Often times, the things we seek are right underneath our noses. Don't miss out on your blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect.
Author: unknown

Hush little pagan baby

Hush little baby don't you squall
Momma's gonna buy you a crystal ball
And if you still can't see beyond
Momma's gonna buy you a magic wand
And if that wand don't change your fate
Momma's gonna teach you to levitate
And if the astral makes you sick,
Momma's gonna buy you an incense stick
And if that patchouli smells rank
Momma's gonna buy you a sensory deprivation tank
And if that tank don't float your bones
Momma's gonna buy you some precious stones
And if those gems don't ease your heart
Momma's gonna buy you a natal chart
And if your planets go berserk
Momma's gonna buy you some bodywork
And if your aura still needs kneading
Momma's gonna buy you a past life reading
And if your destiny stays hid
Momma's gonna buy you a pyramid
And if your chakras still feel stressed
Momma's gonna take you on a vision quest
And if power animals don't come to charm ya
Sorry, kid, it's just your karma.