Pagan Poetry

A Meditation on Meaning by: Elizabeth Barrette

Search for meaning fill our days

Trail of crumbs through thorny maze.

Still we show – a hidden clue –

Who we are through what we do.

 

Smoke and mirrors, truth and lies,

It should come as no surprise.

Deeds alone make our words true:

Who we are is what we do.

 

Thou are Goddess, so we say,

Choosing truth through roles we play.

Making meaning from the skew:

Who we are and what we do.

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