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.