Vigil

Just for a change - not at the waters edge but two miles away. Look west and you can still see the sea, calling.





Vigil - 08 Feb 10

In the sacred circle
She stood
Waiting
Watching the seasons spin
Blending into each other
Snow, rain, sun became a blur
And still she stood

The priests had done their work
Blessed the stones
Sealed the land
Requested the Guardian

And still she waits
Priestess holding vigil
Waiting





I was in deep meditation in the circle one afternoon when I saw some things that made me think, this poem is a 'story' that grew out of what I saw that day but has only just emerged into the world.

No, I have no idea what she is waiting for at this moment - I shall have to ask her...or the Guardian.