Pagan Irish CarolYuletide now is come; Let's all prepare for mirth,Which fills the Sky and Earth To greet the sun's rebirth!The earth-fruits in the fields,Where'er they still do lieRejoin their quiet mother,Until the sun grows nigh.Swift breezes waft the white snow,Whose beauty rare attiresThe Earth as she lies sleeping Beneath the Yule log fires.Wand'ring frozen Earth,'midst Oak and Ash and ThornThe longest night upon us,E'en stout hearts makes forlorn.Our hands are joined togetherOur fingers intertwineOur circle draws the dawningthat will the stars outshine.Swift breezes waft the white snow,Whose beauty rare attir
It Was Five Years AgoThis past AugustIt was five years agoI first went to WitchCampI came back home to New JerseyHope-filledConvinced of an inevitability of peace.This monthIt was five years agoI saw not peaceI saw destruction.I was lucky to escape personal loss;A friend had planned to go to Windows on the World that morningBut got up late.She was only halfway up the TurnpikeWhen the first plane augured in.This monthIt was five years agoWhen my brother lost his out-of-town officeIn a famous five-sided buildingLuckily he was in-town that day.This monthIt was five years agoWhen a friend of mine dreamed of SekhmetStandin
SHWC2006: But Tonantzin LivesBefore the conquistadores cameThey knew herShe knew them.Before the blackrobes cameThey knew herShe knew them.Before the bishops cameThey knew herShe knew them.The land was takenThe people were takenAnd the blackrobes thought:'We have taken her away She will be theirs no longer She will not ever Be again In saecula saeculorum.'But Tonantzin lives:Compassion in the heart of the people.But Tonantzin lives:Even under the name from the blackrobes.But Tonantzin livesThe Name of Compassion matters not;Whether Tonantzin or GuadalupeKwan Yin, Durga, or ArtemisWhat matters is the hearts of the people.F
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