In A Past Life
by Teri Sharp
In a past life long ago, I dwell by the sea -
A druidess - a guide to my people, - beloved of the oak tree.
People come to seek my visions;
My prophesies they preserved in rune;
I gathered mistletoe with a golden sickle,
Beneath the light of the silvery moon.
Sky-clad, I would sing and dance,
And gather herbs for potion and spell;
Justice, vengeance, love, and leadership -
I dispensed each equally well. |
