Home is calling
Tugging at the heart
Piercing it through
Like a fisherman’s hook
Like a net cast breaking
The skin of the sea
I’m being called home
To the place of belonging
Where the turf fire burns
And the cauldron boils
Where the grail overflows
And time is undone
–
Find me a thin place
Where water kisses land
Where the seals sing
And the salmon swim
Let my bowl be filled
With nuts and apples
And pour me spiced wine
From the warrior’s horn
Nine maidens to guard my sleep
Nine virtues to guide my path
–
Blessings on your door posts
And your crosses of Brighid
Welcoming the weary traveler
With a circle cast about me
A star of elements and wounds
Bring bright blessings, old and new
Of earth and water, fire and air
And the blood of God
Love’s royal wine
Drinking deeply
Souls bound fast
–
Let the winds roar
O circle me round!
I shall find the forest queen
Woodland fae turned Nazareth’s maid
And the bird’s song will sever time
And I will birth the Prince foretold
In Pendragon’s star
A homecoming, again…
To the moments of our waking
Through crystal shafts of healing
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I shall find a home
In the hearth of my heart
Turf-fire flickers
In the eyes of strangers
Meeting, gaze to gaze
And Anam Cara is born
We are home to each other
And then, in ink-stained solitude,
I shall find my cell a haven
Where love may grow and stories flow
And I shall wait for the Guest to come
The table will be set
Bread broken, water poured
And the night shall fall
And the candle burn
And its beauty shall blaze all the brighter
In the embrace of the dark
