Gods
Walt Whitman
Lover divine and perfect Comerade,
Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain,
Be thou my God.
Thou, thou, the Ideal Man,
Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving,
Complete in body and dilate in spirit,
Be thou my God.
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,)
Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion,
Be thou my God.
Aught, aught of the mightiest, best I see, concieve, or know,
(To break the stagnant tie – thee, thee to free, O soul,)
Be thou my Gods.
All great ideas, the races’ aspirations,
All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts,
Be ye my Gods.
Or Time and Space,
Or shape of Earth divine and wonderous,
Or some fair shape I viewing, worship,
Or lusterous orb of sun or star by night,
Be ye my Gods.
Thought
Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men following the lead of those who do not believe in men.
Hast Never Come To The An Hour
Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims – books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
Thought
Of Equality – as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself – as if it were not indespensible to my own rights that others possess the same.
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A few works by Walt Whitman from his Leaves of Grass. I remember the first time I actually picked up a copy of Whitman and read him for myself… lots of him, I mean, not just a tidbit here or there in a school book or something… It was magickal. I was on a poetry reading and writting jag that summer. I feel in love with Whitman and his words. I would encourage every Pagan in the U.S. to read his works.
Heck, all Pagans should read him. Learn the wonders and sensuality of free verse and bring some of it into our rhyming rituals… not that rhyme, meter, and verse are inherintly bad; but not everyone is GOOD at it! Besides… a little variety is nice…
Peace,
(and a Happy Imbolctide)
Pax