Prayer to Cernunnos
I sing this prayer to the Old One
To the Lord of the Hunt
To the wild, dancing, mischievous masculine.
To the soul guide and path finder.
Cernunnos
Lead my arrow true
Fill me with virility
That I may stand strong and proud
Travel far and sleep well
Ride hard, sing loud
And drink deep of all that is set before me.
(Editorial Note: I did not write this prayer. I found it on the internet. I don’t know who the original author is, or else I would give them credit. I also took out one line, because it created a conflict between Wiccans and Celtic Pagans.)
Metal Gaia 
This time of year the natural world awakens in considerable glory. Wind and sun, cold and warm, mother animals and their babes, birds and their nests. I’ve read your poem. Just got my first asparagus today, eggs from my hens. Strawberries are in bloom. Spring gobbler season gave me a wild turkey. What an incredible time of year. Herbs in the garden and baby greens. I don’t think I can compose a poem. The Gods must surely smile and sigh, especially if there’s also a good beer! Peace to you and your family. Thank you for what you do.
April 21, 2015 at 6:31 pm
Thanks for reading! I didn’t write the poem, but definitely thought it was worth sharing.
April 21, 2015 at 6:35 pm
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April 22, 2015 at 7:16 am