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March, 17, 2005

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   A Yule toast to the gods...
	
	i do what all true poets must, the muse speaks: 
	i in troth, throat hollow follow, vocal chords 
	to fingers led, trailing the bardic skill 
	of my blessed years into the ink 
	of a white sea, letting the measure 
	of her song wander the High Brasil 
	in search of the famed Isle of Avalon,
	home of all our dreams; our minds,
	unswayed by the harsh need of doom, assaying always
	the quick and dead, the happy and the sad,
	the lonely man and the woman clad in rags,
	the maker's broken harp mending,  till all sound
	in myst and faŽrie dust bestriding, finds
	our liquid thoughts in flame swirling
	in honor and trust of that yearning:
	the utter charm and simplicity, burning,
	that brings the mind and heart to the circle of the hearth,
	cauldron stirring with Old Queen Madb's
	salmon, blending, touched by fingered tongue, 
	giving visions of light: families hearkening,
	elven life, membering; and all things merry and wise:
	all crimes forgiven, each child and mother blessed,
	a Yule toast to the gods all making,
	our spirit songs singing in unison
	as we in our secret groves, snow glistening,
	begin to dance under the bone moon,
	fullness of our Queen in this winter scene, soundings
	of a world of light unseen by human eye
	or faŽrie wights, all weaving in a blessed knot of fire:
	remembering how blessed we truly are this night, tears flowing. 
	
	        - Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
	             ©December 16, 2003


	

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