Post by Kitsun on Dec 7, 2003 3:57:59 GMT
PTS: Bugger off if you don't like Wicca or those who practice or believe in the Goddess.
Burning Times
In the glow of the evening,
They used to gather
‘Neath the stars and the meadows
In a circle near an old oak tree
At the times appointed
By the seasons of the earth
And the phases of the moon.
In the center,
Often stood a woman
Equal with the others,
Respected for her word.
Oh but the men,
They called her witch—<br>The healers, the teachers
Of the wisdom of the earth.
And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them,
Herbs to heal their bodies,
Spells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting
Healing incantations,
Calling for the wise ones,
Celebrating in dance and song.
There were those who came to power
Through domination.
They were bonded in their worship
Of a dead man on a cross.
They sought control
Of the common people
By demanding allegiance
To the Church of Rome.
And the Pope—<br>He commands the Inquisition
As a war against the women
Whose powers they feared.
In this holocaust,
In this age of evil,
Nine million European women—<br>They died.
And the tale is told
Of those who by the hundreds,
Holding hands together,
Chose their deaths in the sea,
While chanting the praises
Of the Mother Goddess.
Their refusal of betrayal—<br>Women were dying to be free.
Know the earth
Is a witch,
And we still burn her.
Stripping her down with mining,
And the poison of our wars.
Still to us
The earth is a healer,
A teacher,
And a mother
A weaver of the web of light
That keeps us all alive.
She gives us the vision to see through the caves.
She gives us the courage—<br>It is our will to survive.
Burning Times
In the glow of the evening,
They used to gather
‘Neath the stars and the meadows
In a circle near an old oak tree
At the times appointed
By the seasons of the earth
And the phases of the moon.
In the center,
Often stood a woman
Equal with the others,
Respected for her word.
Oh but the men,
They called her witch—<br>The healers, the teachers
Of the wisdom of the earth.
And the people grew in the knowledge she gave them,
Herbs to heal their bodies,
Spells to make their spirits whole.
Hear them chanting
Healing incantations,
Calling for the wise ones,
Celebrating in dance and song.
There were those who came to power
Through domination.
They were bonded in their worship
Of a dead man on a cross.
They sought control
Of the common people
By demanding allegiance
To the Church of Rome.
And the Pope—<br>He commands the Inquisition
As a war against the women
Whose powers they feared.
In this holocaust,
In this age of evil,
Nine million European women—<br>They died.
And the tale is told
Of those who by the hundreds,
Holding hands together,
Chose their deaths in the sea,
While chanting the praises
Of the Mother Goddess.
Their refusal of betrayal—<br>Women were dying to be free.
Know the earth
Is a witch,
And we still burn her.
Stripping her down with mining,
And the poison of our wars.
Still to us
The earth is a healer,
A teacher,
And a mother
A weaver of the web of light
That keeps us all alive.
She gives us the vision to see through the caves.
She gives us the courage—<br>It is our will to survive.