from Gathering Stones
Once revered, even feared,
this ancient spring bubbles
with life, though centuries
have run away with all but
weathered stones and nettles.
circle once face the rising sun,
even through falling rain
Don’t try to understand
just accept by faith, trust
this pool of holy water.
Unseen fount, forever refreshing,
forever cleansing itself.
circle twice and cross your heart
Look around, miles of space
graced with butterwort, chamomile.
Don’t be afraid to walk this path,
take this course, your voice loud
in the silence.
third time around kneel on the ground,
an attitude of prayer
Offer your coin, your cloth, yourself.
Remember those who used to believe.