Seeker
Seeker of the sacred grove, druid mysteries start to unfold.
Weaver of worlds dark and light, born of derwen the druid rite.
Journey forth let your spirit run free, the circle is cast by star and by tree.
Child of the earth, fire and stone, walk this land but never alone.
Brothers and sisters of this rite will keep you safe and balance the light.
Across the realms you will wander freely, from starlit paths to meadows green.
From the world above to the world below. To the deepest place within your soul.
We are but from the womb born, the primordial depths in which we transform.
Born are we in time and space, on the web of creation, in this grace. Balanced by nature are but we, connected by threads and roots, on this web, on this tree.
The web of the world the pattern of our time, the fabric woven, the lifeline.
Awoken now on this sacred land, your fellowship, gives heart to hand, may peace, joy and love always accompany you, and natures grace, of sun and moon.
By
Penny Young
