I love this time of year… It’s that time of year when my Druid beliefs and my Christian upbringing become wonderfully mixed into something that is uniquely mine. And Yet There is Hope by Sarah Courtney Dean The night's are dark and cold now Autumnal leaves laying in windrows Deep and crisp with frost picked edges. And yet there is hope. The night's are dark and cold now With winter snow blanketing the earth As frigid as my spirit sometimes feels. And yet there is hope. For this is the time of the winter born king The Green man, The Horned God, or Christ. Whatever name you give him. And this is hope That light springs forth in glory From a woman's sacred womb To shine in our dark hearts. ~ Sarah Courtney Dean : I am a poet and my poetry is part and parcel of my spiritual tradition. I am a Druid and a seer and also a member of the Order of Bards, Ovates, and Druids. I live in the UK in the beautiful county ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry