The Druid's Prayer

Written: 1999

Inspiration: A five-point star candle burned down so that the points were standing hunched over around the flame like cowled figures in the dark.

Fun Fact: This poem helped my would-be husband find me again after a moment where life separated us for measure of time.

Druids round the fire sit,

With shrouded cowls as black as pitch;

Silently they gather there,

To chant as one, the Druid's prayer.

They're chanting now in mellow tone,

It seems as if almost a groan;

Silently they're chanting there,

As one they chant the Druid's prayer.

Louder now they rant and rave,

Back and forth they start to sway;

Still they stay gathered there,

Still they chant the Druid's prayer

Underneath the star filled sky,

The noise they make is but a cry;

It seems they lost their treasure fair,

So that is why they chant their prayer.

The treasure but one place to find,

Above, below, beside, behind;

In front, around, it is not there!

So on they chant the Druid's prayer.

The treasure that's upon their mind,

Alas, alack, they cannot find;

They search and stumble everywhere,

And still goes on the Druid's prayer.

Wind whistles through the trees so near,

Ignites in them a spark of fear;

They cannot find it anywhere;

So on it goes, the Druid's prayer.

One sets off in search to find,

That what's on the others' mind;

He searches here, he searches there;

And still goes on the Druid's prayer.

Alone he stands upon the verge,

Of understanding the treasure is courage;

And what he'll find inside him there,

Is enough to stop the prayer.

He returns, their paladin,

Made of flesh and not of tin;

Again they have their treasure fair,

And so flies off the need for prayer.

Peace restored into their hearts,

They drift off to some far-off parts;

As courage wafts throughout the air,

The Druids finally stop their prayer.

Now I'm here all by myself,

Having found their hidden wealth;

No longer do I see them there,

No longer do I hear the prayer.

As they go on silent feet,

I'm drifting off to silent sleep;

for they are gone, no longer there,

No longer is the need for prayer.