Ode To Birth

( A grim darkness blanketed all of Eire.
During battle the noble king, Nuada, lost
his hand and thus his reign.
To power rose the evil will of tyranny,
and suppressed all the while,
the People of Danu languished
across the land.
Being true to his creed,
the great healer, Dianceht, summoned
his powers to fit the mangled wrist of Nuada
with a silver hand, while Miach, his son, infused
it with human motion and feeling.
Grasping his Sword of Light, Nuada fought
his people free,
and Eire and the Tuatha D`e Danaan
flourished once again. )


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My love is solemn never to be alloyed,
tainted or colored, weakened and thus destroyed.
It is my nature from which all things abound,
phantasms of creation for worlds I found.
It is the holy spirit that which I am
as everlasting waters. I am the dam
that feeds the rippling stream and caring shoal
whereupon the burdened lie when journey's old.

And as with the dawn, I rise above the bank
annointing the fragrant lime about the shore,
to nourish the seeds of nectar from which I drank
and seal our rite together for evermore.

And knealing beneath my alter of the Earth,
I conjure with sacred verse which is my birth.

Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels