The world has shifted

I do not see it in the ground, wet with many rains

I do not see it in the still pools, fat with Winter’s clouds

They remain in their repose.

I feel it in my soul, my marrow cries out

for peace once again

Has the world been healed?

Has the end come for us all?

Only tomorrow's silent birth will tell

for now I must sit and wait

Content to muse

As the liquid of my soul settles once again

This change has been beyond the edges of hope for so long

So long have i sat outside my own door, afraid to simply enter

Last night the angel stood before me

I laughed and laid there, bared to the universe

Knowing all was right in the darkened calming night

Yes, the world has shifted, and hope wells up again

    - Chris Getz

Ygdrassil

Our world is a tree, ancient and sturdy

With vital root buried deep in the loving earth

Spreading its myriad branches

beyond the reaches of my mind

Drinking wholly of the Mother's milk

Every tiny leaf, a life

to blow in the unyielding winds of fate

The most delicate branches at the loftiest heights

the leaves that are you and me

Every anthem of change, each song of renewal

whether played on the wind's blessed flute

or carried on the bee's tiny wing

moves not the mighty trunk

but sways the leaves in the current of life

The dance of the seasons goes ever on

Every leaf a minstrel, the tree our stage

This tree stands not alone my friends

Only one of an unknowable gathering

In a shadowed forest standing in grandest silence

The many together dancing in stillness

The festival of the Divine in ever changing color

We are but adornments in this endless revelry

To shine and dance our lives we live

To fly on the winds when the tree sets us free

                                             - Chris Getz

wherever you may be this lonly morning.....

In this dirty sullen morning

You paint strokes of hope

Across the filthy page

On this tired lonely street

You capture the moment

You send proof to the jury

On this lovely twilight eve

You shine with borrowed fire

the stars are silent, humbled

                  - Chris Getz

Morrigan

 You come this moonlit night upon glossy wings

Your gown of black opal silken brilliance

Sets this blue night ablaze with diamond

Do You come to peck out my eyes?

Have You come to feast upon my soul?

I stand before You, bared as I must be

To steel my heart with courage

Though fear may lick at the doors of my heart

You honor the strength in my eyes

Though the cold teases my moonlit blue flesh

You behold my bravery at this seat of the Divine

I drink Your wine and the warmth of war fills my veins

I behold Your beauty and the fire of life fills my body

You arm me with Your black feathered helm

To guard against the ignorance of the unwise

You shield me with Your woven shield of cunning

To overcome any puzzling circumstance

You grant me Your Royal kiss

The gift of wisdom, Your strategies hot within my head

I sit in praise of You, a soldier in your army

Fighting back the chaos of the world

Reborn this holy night

I honor You, this blessed night and every night!

                  - Christopher Getz

In praise of the All-Father

A guest I am in your great and wondrous house

I warm my soul by Your blazing hearth-fires

This sacred night when you are close

You walk my humble grove

Your whisper, now to me a roar

This hunter's call in shining light

I am filled at your ever-bearing feasting board

My cup bears more than I can drink

I rest in warm wisdom and hospitality

A drunkard among the hounds

Strike me down Great Father with your might

Destroy the creeping ignorance in my heart

Strike me again Mighty Lord, Shining Master

Reborn this dark night to sprout and grow

Teach me your ways of cunning fellowship and discernment

Teach me to battle with the foes of peace both within and without

Let me ride along Your side through lands of legend

Your ever-flowing, never-ending feast sustains me

This blessed night and every night!

                 - Christopher Getz