Written in 2013 and dedicated to the Chiltern hills around Wendover.
The Forest is my father,
All bark and antler and vines.
Eyebrows of Moss, Dew ponds for eyes.
With Clematis beard and the voices of birds.
He provides food from the seed and the herd.
The Earth my mother,
With green bosom and brown,
As the seasons pass, she takes……
Where do deities come from? Are they beings from another world or a higher vibrational dimension? Are they conscious aspects of nature or perhaps mankind’s attempt to personify the forces of nature? Perhaps they are all of these things.
Is the belief in a deity a surrender to blind faith or is it an expression of……
Bluebells in a Spring woodland by Sean McGee……
