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

Diadem

When the Abyss sings out its siren song  
Sweet harmonies of amber oblivion
I find an earthly tether in your words 

When Temptation  weaves madness through my mind
calling softly with a lovers voice
Your touch keeps me firmly grounded in grace 

When the need to cast off  royal robes
becomes an infant's cry within my soul 
your simple acts of love and kindness
crown me once again     
      
    - Chris Getz