I am a lover
Of the steady Earth
And of Her waters.
“Let the light be brilliant,
For those who will cherish color.”
What if there be no Heaven? She says:
“Touch my Breasts - the fields are golden.”
Her Songs are all of love, lifelong.
Every blue yonder,
Her brass harp rings.
Unlettered, in Her rivers
Our cherished sins
Drift voiceless in Her clouds.
She will rust us with blossom
She will forgive us
She will seal us
with Her seed.
("The Song of Mabon", 1985)
is only from human dialects;
the holy voice utters its woe and glory
in myriad musics, in signs and portents.Our own words are for us to speak,
a way to ask and to answer."
There are some gifts that come to us
just once or twice in a lifetime,
gifts that cannot be named
beyond the simple act of gratitude.
We are given a vision so bountiful
we can only gaze with eyes wide,
like a child in summer's first garden.
We reach our clumsy hands
toward that communionthat single perfection
and walk away speechless,
in years to come,breathe,
breathe our hearts open
aching to tell it well
to sing it into every other heart
to dance it down,
into the hungry soil
to hold it before us:
that light,Lauren Raine (1999)
that grace given
Robin Williamson has inspired millions for many years - beginning in the 1960's with the INCREDIBLE STRING BAND. His "5 Denials on Merlin's Grave" is still one of the most beautiful ballad/poems I have ever heard: with his phrase
"Older Yet, and Lovelier Far, this Mystery:
and I will not forget"
He evoked a time of ancient magic, and sang me on my way on a wandering course that never really ended. I, like many, salute this great Bard.
Robin Williamson's site: http://www.pigswhiskermusic.co.uk/
A good bio from The Green Man Review: