Cernunnos · devotional poetry

Listen

Autumn rushes nearer, each
breath of wind cooler than the last.
Is that His voice, whispering in the breeze?
Is that His call, my Beloved, my Lord?
Is that –

Listen.

Birds chase each other overhead,
dancing against the clouded sky.
Is that His face, formed of
formless grey? Is He –

Listen.

Hours may pass like minutes,
or minutes like hours.
Time may lose its meaning
as I gaze at His face, mind racing.
Can You hear me? Are You there?
Do You –

Listen.
Cease your chatter, quiet your mind.
You do not need to be quick –
I will teach you to be still.
Listen, and you will learn.


It feels a lot like this.

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