Simon Ashcroft on Nostr: Invocation Come, storm, to me, from Sunset’s flame. Bring me the Winds of Rage, ...
Invocation
Come, storm, to me,
from Sunset’s flame.
Bring me the Winds of Rage,
Lightning’s desire
to be united, with impatient Earth.
I wait. My silence howls
into the night,
to feel the presence of
a far, lost soul,
come home, again –
brought back to me,
on paths the Gods decreed
that we must tread.
So, Storm, unite,
remembrance of my blazing, ancient hearth,
with what we are, today,
still bound, by blood.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2024
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Come, storm, to me,
from Sunset’s flame.
Bring me the Winds of Rage,
Lightning’s desire
to be united, with impatient Earth.
I wait. My silence howls
into the night,
to feel the presence of
a far, lost soul,
come home, again –
brought back to me,
on paths the Gods decreed
that we must tread.
So, Storm, unite,
remembrance of my blazing, ancient hearth,
with what we are, today,
still bound, by blood.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2024
#poems #PoetryCommunity #MyWordsMyWork #pagan