Wrapped in the darkness of night,
The Child sleeps soundly. Safely.
Spirits stand nearby, quietly watching,
Guarding the sleep of the innocent.
Wild forces revel in the distance,
Flitting about in wild abandon.
Their chaotic revelry does not disturb
The peaceful slumber of those protected.
The guardians stand at door and window,
Keeping vigil against all terrors
While the matrons offer their nurturing love
And the old men and women share wise counsel.
Through it all, their small charge sleeps,
Comforted by unseen forces.
Originally written 31 October 2008.
Wow, this is pretty fantastic.
Wow, beautiful Jarred. Is this about your friend's child that came to the Samahain ritual?
Lauren: Thank you. I rather like it, too.
Erin: Thanks. Actually, it's not. I'm not sure who the child in the poem is. The whole thing started as an image that Freyja shaped in my mind. She also helped me with the words. Or perhaps she wrote it and I merely helped her. I guess it depends on one's perspective. It gets a little fuzzy, to be honest.
I'm glad you liked it. A lot of people seem to like it, actually.