The Pagan community lost another leader yesterday with the passing of Morning Glory Zell. She was a glorious visionary and a friend. I planted Morning Glories today in honor of her. Then I wrote this poem for all our foremothers and forefathers who have crossed the veil that I am honored to have known.
Raise A Glass
For Morning Glory, Donald Michael Kraig, Ted Andrews, Isaac Bonewits, and the rest… thank you.
I raise a glass to my friends,
to chase my tears,
to not think about the ends.
I raise my skirts above my knee,
to remember life is too short,
not to be who you got to be.
I raise my pen to write down these things,
to record all the smiles,
and help them spread their new wings.
I raise my spirit to hug all of yours goodbye,
to see the sacred beauty in life,
and always to try.