quien destruye su amor propio;
quien no se deja ayudar.
quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito
repitiendo todos los días los mismos senderos,
quien no cambia de rutina,
no se arriesga a vestir un nuevo color
o no conversa con quien desconoce.
quien evita una pasión
y su remolino de emociones;
aquellas que rescatan el brillo de los ojos
y los corazones decaídos.
quien no cambia la vida cuando está insatisfecho con su trabajo, o su amor,
quien no arriesga lo seguro por lo incierto
para ir tras de un sueño
quien no se permite,
por lo menos una vez en la vida,
huir de los consejos sensatos…
No te dejes morir lentamente !
¡NO TE OLVIDES DE SER FELIZ !
Notes: My funeral.
Music: Gwydion Pendderwen arr. Andrew Adams.
Words: Gwydion Pendderwen
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger than before
We won’t wait any longer, we are stronger…
We have trusted no man’s promise
We have kept just to ourselves
We have suffered from the lies
In all the books upon your shelves
And our patience and endurance
Through the Burning Times and now
Have given us the strength to keep our vow
You have grazed away the heather
And have razed the sacred grove
You have driven native people
From the places that they love
Though your greed has been unbounded
You have felt the pangs of shame
Every time you trod upon the Mother’s name
Though you thought you had destroyed the memory of the Ancient Ways
Still the people light the bale fires every year on Solstice Day
And on Beltaine Eve and Samhain, you can find us on the hill
Invoking once again the Triple Will
Through the ages many races have risen and have gone
But dispersed among the nations of the world we linger on
Now the time has come to take the sacred Cauldron of Rebirth
And fulfill our ancient pledges to the Earth
Song has also been known as “The Pagan National Anthem.”
“This strong song by Gwydion Pendderwen is a celebration of the power and spirit of the Pagan community. Pendderwen was a key figure in the Pagan revival of the 1970s and 1980s; he was a student of witchcraft, co-founder of the ecological foundation Forever Forests, and also a talented song-writer. Andrew Adams, founding director of the Orpheus Pagan Chamber Choir in Denver, has created a defiant and driving arrangement of We won’t wait any longer. Sopranos carry the tune, supported by various rhythmic motifs based on the exclamations “No, no, no!” and “We won’t wait!” A gospel-style repeating section heralds the end of the song.
The recording is by the Orpheus Pagan Chamber Choir, Denver, Colorado.”
Want to use in a summer solstice for “Pagan Justice”
CUUPs/CLF partnership with prison ministry?
Green Team/Eco Justice? Earth Charter?
Full moon, shining bright,
midnight on the water,
oh Aradia, Diana’s silver daughter
– Poem By Colin Mcnaughton.
I don’t want to go into school today; Mum,
I don’t feel like school work today.
Oh, don’t make me go to school today, Mum
Oh, please let me stay home and play.
But you must go to school, my cherub, my lamb,
If you don’t it will be a disaster,
How would they manage without you, my sweet,
After all you are the headmaster!
Used as Opening Reading for Annual Teacher’s Meeting July 12, 2018
(C) 2012 Lindie Lila
Thank you for the blesssings
and guidance every day
Thank you for the wisdom and
showing me the way
Clarity and vision
I am always on my path
Thank you for prosperity
and a playful inner child
Thank you for the laughter and a joyful heart
Clarity and vision
I am always on my path
Bless this Day
May this day be blessed with gifts
Lessons, understanding and friends
May my energy be a gift to all I meet
Let me be centered, healing and open
May I face the day with courage
kindness, insight and compassion
May my spirit and body, honor this day
~ Abby Willowroot © 1999
My life flows on in endless song above earth’s lamentation.
I hear the real though far off hymn that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul. How can I keep from singing!
What though the tempest ’round me roars, I know the truth, it liveth.
What though the darkness ’round me close, songs in the night it giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm while to that rock I’m clinging.
Since love prevails in heav’n and earth, how can I keep from singing!
When tyrants tremble as they hear the bells of freedom ringing,
when friends rejoice both far and near, how can I keep from singing!
To prison cell and dungeon vile our thoughts to them are winging;
when friends by shame are undefiled, how can I keep from singing!
Words: Traditional, Verse 3 by Doris Plenn
Music: Robert Lowry, 1826-1899