by Kaye Stacy
Behold, O Sacred Grove
majestic assembly of Oaks intertwined
this... is the night of all nights
I lay myself before you.
Within this sanctuary, spirits rejoice
for so long, I have been searching
all that I am, belongs here... now
the circle of Evermore is close at hand
All things blessed, keep watch here
Bretheren, speak not... listen... listen
the Olde Ones are heard in this silence
a soliloquy of greening promise
The road that leads nowhere, has ended
elevated thoughts anoint and inspire
as it was before, forever it shall be
Legions from past... have called me home.
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