Thursday Poem - Treading the Gate

Approach the gate as a pilgrim, a seeker,

wear sturdy boots for the craggy trail beyond.

Go cloaked and hooded against the wind,

blackthorn staff and lantern in your hand,

an abundance of candles in your pack

for the dusky nightfall hours ahead.

Bring gifts and votive offerings for those who

dwell beyond the ancient threshold, bundles of sage,

clear water, kindling, earth and seaborn salt.

Bring flasks of tea, incense and bread,

tales and laughter to share around the fire

with those you meet along the way.

Travel light and make your journey by the moon,

taking the owls, true kindred, as your fierce

and tender companions. Feel their soft breath

along your own wings, share in their dark

and watchful wisdom as you go.

Let the songs you sing as you are questing

be your own sweet music, and the stories

you spin by the fire in the nights ahead be the

narratives of your own wild and shining life,

this journey into an unknown land.

Listen to the night and be content, for you are not alone—

around you is a vast and singing throng.

The very stars are singing with you as you go.

Catherine Kerr (me)