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(by Starhawk) The ship is on the shoreline, The crossing it is near, The time has come to say goodbye To all who loved you here. Give back your body to the earth Like a child to its mother's breast, And may you then grow young again, On the Island of the West. Lay down, lay down your burdens, Lay down your treasures too. The love you gave and gathered Is all you'll take with you. But know to me your memory Will evermore be blessed, And may you then grow young again, On the Island of the West. They say there is an orchard Across the farthest sea, Where fruit and bud and blossom Grow together on the tree. The hurt will there find healing, The weary there find rest, And may you then grow young again On the Island of the West. |
(by Starhawk) All that ever was exists now In the living body of the being We call Universe, Goddess. She breathes in ... We are born. She breathes out ... We die. But birth and death are on the same wheel Which is always turning, Like the tide Or the changes of the moon. We become ancestors, The unborn, The newborn, The guardians of those to come.
Cherish the turning, — from The Pagan Book of Living and Dying by Starhawk |
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