Happiness Becoming Sadness - Lessons Being Learned Ben Davenport The time of the gathering had come Blessed it was by Moon, Star, and Sun We travelled through the sky Knowing that the time was nigh We moved over water, and over the ground To the Hidden Circle were we to be bound?   We came through time We moved trough space All was in readiness To gather at this place   At first we were two And then we were four Working to create the vision The Goddess herself, foresaw   First came the Owl The vision he did see Blessed by the Goddess He then came to be   Second was the Man Who came with the key With his tools of the future Our path was to be paved by he   Then was the Emotion Whose gift was the way He could calm the commotion To brighten our day   I was last as the Bard Gifted with the written word The voice of the Goddess Is what I had heard   The vision was written The plan seen and made In our hearts we felt smitten The path of the Ancient Ones had been laid   In our circle of stones We called to the moon She shone with silver tones As we sang her sacred tune   We called then to the sun Our hearts full of love He answered our call With his warmth from above   Kneeling at the altar, for the Ancient Ones Their power shone down like star fire light Night stars burnt bright, like little suns Blessing our circle in the dark of the night   Then we called to the Elementals of the East They flew to us apon the breath of the air Joining our circle, partaking of the feast Entities of the Air, so gentle, so fair   We called then to the Flame of the North Powers of change, the masters of fire Answering our call as we beckoned them forth Fires of creation, manifesting our desire   Then we sang to the lovers of the West Deep and clear water, the ebb and the flow Peering into the depths, where the heart finds it rest A sense of compassion, that many may never know   To the South did we then call For the powers of the Earth To them we offered our call So our dreams may come to birth   The gathering was the start Beneath Moon, Star, and Sun We knew within our hearts That the journey had just begun   But no path runs straight There is always twists and turns Sometimes love can become hate Faster than a candle can burn   Life can sometimes be so strange Plans may seem to be going well But constant is the power of change Making life seem like a living hell   But hard times will come And hard times will go Yet what would be become If hard times we did never know   With hindsight I can now see Inner strength is something we learn This was a lesson sent for me So that inner strength I may yet learn   The coven may now be no more With so much left unspoken But the Bard carries on, to be sure For my spirit may never be broken.

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