I read this poem and was moved so much. I am delighted to bring you this with Silver RavenWolf's personal consent.
In the Darkness you paint us,but we will not hide.
We're the light of the country in which you abide,
we're fearless and strong, the protectors of life
hidden in shadows, we conquer all strife.
We come from the Old Ones, our lineage secure.
We rise from the ashes, we always endure.
It's time you remembered that we were here first.
We healed your sick, yet suffered your worst.
From time immemorial we've woven our lore
cunning folk, healers, benandanti - there's more.
We're black and we're white, we're brown and we're yellow.
We're women and children, and mighty fine fellows.
We're Her children, the angels of light,
our task it to teach and to help set things right.
We conjure and cast, and whisper and prey
so you can enjoy your freedom each day.
We've long been your army, protecting your back
when you are in trouble, in secret we act.
The Mother is watching - She hasn't missed much.
She's gathered Her magic and given the touch
to Witches and Pagans and Druids and such!
The times are unchanging and one thing is clear,
the Lord and Lady have now reappeared.
Two pillars, three points, four quarters extend
five is the number of magical blend.
By Moon and by Sun, by Earth and by Stars
realise this day that the power is ours!
Live it, breath it, be it.
"Pagan Pride" by Silver RavenWolf from her book Solitary Witch: The Ultimate Book of Shadows for the New Generation © 2003 Llewellyn Worldwide, Ltd. 2143 Wooddale Drive, Woodbury, MN 55125-2989. All rights reserved, used by permission of and with the best wishes of the publisher.