Love is a Living Altar that never Dies even when the body does.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning
and say "good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out...then come home to be with me.

Author ~ Sammie Klaehn

Even a a Druid and Quill of Summer's Lands I still shed a Tear for So many Familiars and paws friends I was loved and they have crossed over.

TDK / The Druid King

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Druid Child written in the milk of Oimelc's ink

Let bars of Iron not bind its mind to be another Man Cow.

Or touch the burning brand of Adam to its Shining Brow
.
So few are born like it with the Third Eye.

Goddesses Ceridwen's special gift, the Awen of Why.

Be it born a She or He the Druid Soul carieth not a Jot.

For it is not the sex that has cast this special child"s sacred Lot.

But in its Blood there is an invisible third stand of cosmic DNA.

The Ancient Oak's hidden Gift to the Druid's Soul Way.

And with it, a Child is born in the knowledge of the Ley.

This rare blood carries special kinship to all that's wild or pagus still alive Today.

To it Awen flows down from the ancient and sacred Oak that Groves.

Only in the far off lost lands of the Fae.

Where they guard its ancient life each Night to Day.

Through all five seasons of the mystic Dark and Light.

From those on Earth born to the ancient evil Way.

Yet still rule over man, even to this very modern Day.

Their goal to cut down this Ancient and sacred Oak.

And of its wood, finish Humanities final Yoke.

To gain ultimate power for them there is no other Way.

Still as long a Druid child is born and remembers ancient Ley.

A blind and lost Humanity will remain somewhat free for another Day.




If this tale rings deep in the well of mind for You.

Doubt not its flash of strange but sweet Awen.

As Goddess Ceridwen has blessed your tongue with just a drop or Two.

And she need not to give reference to old Men with Silk and Bordered Robes
.
That used the wood from our sacred Groves to feed the fires of their Roman Globes.


The Druid King

Copyrite George King February 22, 2013