Three they have passed, in a turn of the moon; three who were good, and lov'ed by all, three who stood proud, and true ( Read more... )

NINE lasts ( Read more... )

For all of the wrong that I have done in lives come and gone, for all that I have misjudged and misinterpereted; for seventy centuries of balancing misdeeds; for all that I have done and ought not to have done, and for all that I ought to have done, and have not - for all of that, I know I must have done something great, something wonderful, ( Read more... )

Where now the Horse and the Rider? Where is the Horn that was blowing ( Read more... )

I do not often ask for much. This, however, I must ask of all who read this, not on my own behalf, but of one not yet able to make their own case heard. There is one whom I know who is with child, but the life of her unborn may be in danger. There have been problems hearing its heartbeat, and it is in question whether the child still lives. I ask ( Read more... )

Be open with me, my love ( Read more... )

I have sought for almost a week to find a poet's subtle words or some deeply stirring speech to say what it is I wish to say. But Ceridwen, blessed goddess of Inspiration, has whispered in my ear to be simple, and truthful, and so simplicity and sooth will be my way, for I need no silver to say this: I am the most blessed and the happiest man alive ( Read more... )

I think back now to those days early this past summer when I was afflicted with the pest-borne disease, the Lymes. How terrible was the first night of high fever, huddled shiv'ring neath the covers in spite of the warmth of the summer night. This was before I saw the healers and my ailment was driven out. I had not a clear image of what evil had ( Read more... )

Deep inside, so much of that old, hidden fire still burns. And why? I ask this of myself. Why does does the fire still burn? And why now, when my heart tells me that my time is nigh, when my spirit cries out for nothing but peace, do I feel ever stronger that I must not yet lay aside my sword? I feel it deepening within the core of me; a mortal ( Read more... )

I am weary of war and of fighting and killing and dying. I tire of the sorrow and heartache. I have come upon the age-old answer to the warrior's ever-present question: Why do we fight? Some say for country, some for family, some for freedom, some for love. None are wrong, but above it all is one noble value - peace. In the end, the truest and most ( Read more... )