GREY GODDESS

This morning’s reading

Is taken from the Book of the Dead.

Lord Save Us.

If I should seem unkind to you,

Or if my ways should seem a little odd,

Remember only what you want to see

And do not think, and do not dare to think

Beyond the flowers of the day.

I have been where you will not go

And reported what you will not speak of:

Llafar coch and llafar gwyn –

Lord of Darkness Enter In.

My lady she taunts me from her high tower

But she cannot see it’s base;

Base bastards in the bastions

Tell Me What is True.

They come to me and ask me –

“Tell me what is true.”

What can I say and who can I say it to?

Lord of the Lost Ones, lighten our darkness;

Lead me to learning, or lead me astray…

Tell me a story, Bobby…

”Jesse James the Outlaw

Always on the run,

With a blue wisp of smoke

Hanging down from his gun.

Hanging down…”

On this grey morning

The flickering lantern barely illumines itself,

Casting no radiance.

I do not say I wish I had never learned what I have learned,

But neither will I tell you the secret name of the Goddess

For I do not know.

Watch her watch the watchers watching –

She won’t laugh at you.