Step by step I walk to you.
Sometimes I have to swim.
Sometimes I have to drown in the sea of Faith…
But you pull me through, last minute.
Your breath comes into my being and you save me.
And I begin again.
Step by step I walk to you…through the sea of Faith.
We are intertwined. This mercy-less and mercy-full dance of the ages. We are lovers. Forever entwined. The Muddied trampled Heart. Love endures. Love nerer dies. Love may remain silent witness for a while, then will rise again. Ever treading the Mill. Love is all, Love is without all. Love will concour all. The endless dance of submission and succession. Dance the dance of the wounded hearts.
…and let us not only beautifully dream but achieve in beauty. Let the ignoble pass and the nobel remain.
~ Fiona Macleod.
Come, come, I’m waiting for you to come.
Where footsteps softly fall, upon moss covered paths, come, come.
When twilight softly falls, you can hear my call, come, come.
When pale moonlight falls, softly lights up the night, come, come.
I wait in the wood, sorely misunderstood, come, come.
But softly. Softly your footsteps must fall, least you will no longer hear my call. And I will wait in the wood, lonely and sorely misunderstood. For you no longer come.
Images: Krist Mort
Wherever you are, know you are loved. Wherever you are, know you are loved. Wherever you are, know you are loved.
The lady of the snows, she comes and she goes, as the wind blows. She gives beauty to repose, captures hearts in her throse, takes souls as she goes. The Lady of the snows.
Thrice she knocks on the door, and where Bridgid’s lamp ever glows, all is well. For she comes, and she goes. And Bridgid’s lamp ever glows.
Beauty in her own right. Tis her way and her might.
Lady of the Snows.