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Wrote this poem/song as an exercise to demonstrate the “nine virtues” (of either Druidry or Asatru, take your pick). Then recorded the demo version here.
As We Are But Travelers
As we are but travelers here, beneath this canopy of sky and rooted to this mount of earth, step gently as your path goes by.
Remember that beyond the sight that links us all as kin, and thankful, lift your voice in praise to gods without, divine within.
Tho' we may walk for many miles, the journey is itself an end; so, when you pause to rest, reflect, and when you can, assist a friend.
Give caution to stray thought of might and careful tend the fire; for once unloosed, the thoughtless flame knows not between the rose and briar.
Your word is but your only wealth, and as the coin, the source; spend wisely, know that your needs are few, and oft a want may lead to force.
And walk ye proud, but not in spite, resist the urge to shun; for who among us truly knows when paths are ended, or begun?
Seek out the truth, where it is found, and finding it, rejoice; and when the darkness hides that truth, give light with steady voice.
Again, give thanks for gifts received, as chance has made them yours; and when the gift reflects the giver, that is its reward.
As we are but travelers here, take heed to tread a gentle way; for each step shows a different path where wondrous journeys lay.
10.07.1999
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