Pagan Poems

A Pagan Credo

We worship the Great Goddess of Nature in all Her resplendent diversity. She is the Birthgiver: the origin of all life on this planet. Threefold are her ways: Maiden, Mother, and Crone, for She is all Goddesses and all women. We honor Her everywhere, for She is everything; and in everyone; for She is all of us.

We worship the Horned One, Lord of Field and Forest. He is the wild and natural man in each of us: innocent, unfettered, and untamed. He is the Lord of both Light and Darkness: all Gods and all men. Our Lord is both seed and sower, hunter and prey; the eternal cycle of sunlight and shadow. We honor Him everywhere, for He is everything; and in every one; for He is all of us.

Our temple is a Sacred Space between the Worlds of Gods and Mortals. We worship in the Circle and in Nature; in our bodies, hearts, and minds. Our Gods are everywhere; but most of all they are within us. Therefore it is both our right and our sacred duty to discover and develop the Being within, for we may claim no greater power than that of our own higher nature. Our Goddess says: "If what you seek you do not find within yourself, you shall never find it! For behold: I have been with you from the Beginning of Time and I am that which you shall embrace at the end of all your desire." We are a free people who dare to be ourselves. To each of us is given the right to choose Good or Evil, Truth or Falsehood, Wisdom or Folly as our own understanding shall determine them. To each of us is given the responsibility for our choices, our thoughts, our words, and our actions. "An ye harm none, do what ye will" is, and shall ever be, the greatest of all our laws.
~Author unknown~



The Witchs' Creed

Hear Now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway, that now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire, the earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them, and will keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature, the passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal, rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing, on May Eve and old Hallowe'en.
When day-time and night-time are equal, when sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned, and Witches gather in feast
Thirteen silver moons in a year are, thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbast make merry, for each golden year and day.
The power that was passed down the age, each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other, ere time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical circle, by sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies, in land of the shades for the hour.
This world has no right then to know it, and world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there, the Greatest of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars, that stand at the gates of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature, the forms and the force divine.
The dark and the night in succcession, the opposities each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess: of this our ancestors teach.
By night he's the wild wind's rider, the Horn'd One,
the King of the Woodland, the dweller in green forest glades.
She is youthful or old as she pleases, she sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight, the crone who weaves spells in the dark.
The master and mistress of magic,That dwell in the deeps of the mind
Immortal and ever-renewing, with power to free or to bind.
And Do What You Will be the challenge, so be it love that harms none,
For this is the only commandmenet. By Magic of old, be it done!
~Author unknown

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