Child and Chalice

Flame of the candle,
bright within My Eye,
as the woods embrace ample cry
Sprite and Spry is dance alive,
wandering with chalice sipping the life,
so to dive this divine        
we savour the sublime,
speaking sparse the fluid of times
that are dry character calls,

stories, all, past and present playing ball,
to forge what’s clad the earth,
it's practice in chant in action.
Past present future
all one and the same
the beginning the end
were found in the stream,
flowed and stroked since time i was born...
a child of the woods rests

with ease as a breeze
wafts honeysuckle to the lips

endlessly