October 04, 2006

Ogham Poem

My name is Jesse the Greybeard.
In my right hand I hold the amber key to the path of inspiration.
I whisper, "Who but I knows the secret of the uncut stone?"

My name is also Divine Child.
On my left arm is strapped a shield of aspen, air, and rust.
I speak, "We shall find rest."

My name again is Gift from God.
In my heart I hold the little death, sexual union, love.
I shout, "I am a hawk on a cliff!" and am heard.

My name again is Atticus, born of Latimer and Evans.
At my feet lies a willow scepter. I am a healer and a swan.
I think, "I am the shield of every head" and believe.

My name is Jesse.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem. A search for identity is something sometimes fruitful and always painful.
Love,
a.