The Owl
Night screech, come teach
Show me the pathways of silver
Lend me your eyes, your sense and your knowing
The knowledge of cycles of reaping and sowing
Show me the trackways of which many are wary
Seen oft most by those with a kinship with faery
Gliding and sensing the trackways of old
The lines on which stories were sung, stored and told
Show me the lines which sing to me still
And teach me to know, to dare and to will
And walking the path by the silvery moon
To hold dear my silence, and honour the quill.
Lisa’s Favorite Lines
Show me the lines which sing to me still. And teach me to know, to dare and to will
THE OWL
Lyric by Arianrhod Bel-Moore,
from her book Seeds in the Wind
© 2018, used by permission
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