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Don't take my sunshine
My way is a well worn path
though not one you would ever take
you would never even see it
standing there in your clouds
singing your hymns and
praying for my lost and lonely soul.
Its a shame you can't see
how powerful this path is for me
I walk with my head held high
Knowing She is by my side working with me
all the days of my life
And the God on the hill
Beckons us to join the others.
The vibrations of the drums beat powerful music through the trees
at the edge of the forest we are dancing
for life is what we are thankful for this night of Midsummer's Eve
our baskets are full from the first harvest of the season.
The Goddess, Our Moon, hangs pregnant in the sky
Or Father the Sky, lights her way for all to see
On the ocean they dance playfully while we make music
All the night's alive with the glory of New Life.
The signs and the numbers, all the stars they align
The words and the songs, the rhythms all keep time
We're happy for the planet which has its own place in the universe
and happy to be together, knowing we all have a purpose
in this time, and this place, beneath these stars and the moon
After the dancing and gathering, with a full heart -
I make my way back to my cottage,
mixing my herbs and my oils, while I'm feeling strong
for blessings for the sick, to annoint them while we pray.
I think about the old ones, the battles they faced, the lessons we learn through them
I think about life and how everything happens for a reason - even if I do not always understand what the reason is at the time.
Life for that moment makes sense, and I feel peace.
I feel the healing of a thousand tiny stars descend on me as I drift off to sleep.
The next morning I wake up and make my way back up to the road to fetch some mail.
I see that church and my "friend" who says she is "still praying for me"
I have to ask, "what are you praying for?"
"That you will find Jesus and be free from sin, and come into his kingdom and know love."
I'm confused. I don't know this sin that she speaks of, and I don't think I want to know it. I think I already know love and faith and hope, without the Monarchy.
My path is well worn, and maybe she will never choose it, and I would never ask her to walk it, as I see she has her own...and she seems perfectly content to follow that. But please, leave me to my own. I'm happy here. And I believe that God is too big to fit into just one religion, leave me to mine, please. No counter-praying. I don't think he/she likes that.