Walking the Hedge

Tangled weeds
and hawthorn grow
Through the gap in old hedgerow
leading to a dark green grove

With courage in the face of death
step bravely through thinning Veil
Sure of foot and strong of breath
Find wisdom there beyond the pale

Give and take with careful hand
Be honest but of watchful eye
When meeting spirits of the land
do not think they cannot lie

The balance of Nature
a dance of wrong and right
The many worlds are made
of the Dark and the Light

Take lightly not the witches charm
Steady hand and eye of steal
For to heal is to harm
and to harm is to heal

Ancient flame on modern hearth
Seeking near forgotten lore
Gleaning secrets from the earth
Witches ladder above the door

Walk along the shadowed paths
that few before are said to tread
Journey to find elusive truths
Honour now the ancestral dead

Tumbled stone
and blackthorn grow
Through the gap in green hedgerow
leading to a hearth of old

~ by Juniper 2008

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