Tis a late winter afternoon near sunset
In the season of Brigid and the raising sap
I stood before the altar in Sweetwood circle
and honored the Deities whose spirit
is the sacred in all things
Offering water magically charged with sweet love
For peace in the world, and prosperity for Sweetwood.
A vision came upon me in image and word.
I saw a blooming flower that was a planet
Whose evolution develops self conscious life forms,
Souls flowing through space and time
in the spiral of birth, life, death and rebirth.
Then comes a time, like the crisis of birth
When an inspiration from the wholeness of Divinity with in
Brings forth the wisdom and love that heal the nations
Where no one goes hungry and everyone has a place in the garden
With clean air, water and land
And many hands to share grief and joy,
Equality, justice and peace reigns.
Through the knowledge of mind and wisdom of heart
these beings become immortal and fly to the stars,
and over the aeons as rays of light traveling the cosmos
they learn the secret of the communion of souls,
the fusion that creates the universes;
those trees of life, some fruitful and some not,
all beautiful beyond compare is this sweetwood.