Yule Song

I sit alone on solstice night
to sing the songs and dance the rite
With bared blue skin and shiv'ring hand
I draw the blade to praise this land
By glowing flame and sparkling well
my humble prayers with You to dwell
I lay upon the frozen ground
while red robed birds, they dance the round
At Ladies' hearth and Father's door
This Solstice wine I now do pour
Lord's of North they bring the gale
to carry smoke and chants of Hail!
The Flaming Lady brings me heat
While Hammer Handed now to greet
Lord of Seas to open wide
To bridge the worlds the wounds divide
Flowing forth with streaming love
Life's glowing waters from above
Now falling back upon the Earth
This drunkard's mind will spin in mirth
I watch the branch's perfect script
Writ in stars and midnight dipped
I've drunk with Gods and Ladies bright
And kept the Ways this solstice Night

                               - Chris Getz

In the shadow of Giants

 It is indescribable

to experience the presence of the living Divine

to touch Your ancient ageless countenance

to sit at Your feet and be silent next to You

to Pour wine in Your cup as your humblest vassal

to pull out my hair and offer my beggars sacrifice

to dance around You in delirious exaltation

There is no ritual to invoke Your presence

Only toil and readiness will open the path

In this land of wonders I have found You

You set my soul free to wander as Your beloved

You have granted me Your far-sighted vision

You have planted your seed within me

 and I am now rooted in the vast blue sky

                           - Chris Getz

There is a molten sliver
A magnificent scar upon the grey sky
Alight with the Twilight Gods
Draped with fiery revelries
In this quiet moment
While Holy Waters flow
I scream Your shadowy name
I call upon the healing rains
I dance like Thunder's Brother
The Red One burns within me
His flaming intention scars my mind
Igniting my soul like kindling
Late summer's glorious fire
Written across the sky
Written across my heart

           - Chris Getz

Lammas Moon

In sultry repose, Great Lady, do You lie, crowned with stars and silver
And let slip from Your glorious hand, this perfect glowing pearl

To slide across the silken skies, this royal cloak of velvet
You bless us all with golden morns and silent inky blackness

You bless the tiny makers and their golden liquid horde
You bless me while i lose myself to summer's celebrations

And shining down with flaming grace upon these jubilations
While wild spirits dance the ring, and drum themselves to madness

Your sacred flame it burns us all and turns us into ashes
While holy waters flowing forth reshape the year's great turning

Let hatreds turn to seeds of peace and thorn and vine entwine us
For harvest comes and soon we'll see the fruits of this year's sowing

                                                                                 - Chris Getz

Morning Prayer

If my soul is dried wood
Let the sun rise up to burn me
to glow with new light

If my soul is but sand
Let the sea rise up to wash me
so that I might be free in the waters of creation

If my soul is like wine
Let the Gods come forth and consume me
an intoxicant to the divine

                     - Chris Getz

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 these royal robes

Becomes an infants cry within my soul

Your simple acts of love and kindness

Crown me once again

              - Chris Getz

What red words must be spilled across the hungry page
So that You may know the unheard vows that rest here
The silent ones, slumbering deep within me
They will wait with the patience of the ages
As Time illuminates hope into Her measured script

What herb or draught can soothe this ache within
To what place can I find refuge from my own thoughts
This rush of silver water flowing ever down to You
A sea of memories contained within my shadowed heart
My soul writhes in the ecstasies of perpetual inundation
               
                                                    - Chris Getz

In praise of the 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

- Chris Getz

The Songs of Beltaine

On May Eve, first song of Beltaine

I hear the songs of May

being stripped now from their looms

With fairy hands upon them now

To part the shadowed veil

We sing beside this kindled flame

The songs of birth and love

To stoke the flames within ourselves

To set our spirits flying

We lay us down among the fields

To teach each sprouting blossom

How to bloom and shine again

The hours are upon us

 We sing these words to wake the Gods

who've slumbered through the winter

Come and sing and dance with us

Beloved come to loving

 We lay this night by stars and moon

To sleep as seeds before us

To wake to May Day's trumpet sounds

To Summer's joyous day!

May Day Morn - second song of Beltaine

We rise to see the Summer's here

Her mantle spilling over

We lie upon the warming ground

With oat seeds cast about us

To wash by mornings growing light

With dews both sweet and gentle

To clean away the last of it

The Winter's sorrows faded

To walk among the growing fields

to touch the grain now green

I sing to you Sir Barleycorn

We call you to our revels

As birds fly forth and others walk

To dance the round this morn

We come now here to be again

The Spring and Summer's children.

We gather up the days new wood

to set aflame the future

Bright plans are laid in morning's peace

And Maypoles now to raising

The May Day Revels - third song of Beltaine

We light the torches now ablaze

to sing and dance and revel

These May Day songs to lift the soul

To brighten up the evening

We eat the fruits, the first born leaves

To thank the Green for growing

We drink the passioned honey wine

To call the bees to making

Now walk the coals to seal this pact

Bathed in holy smoke

To cleanse your soul and bring you peace

The bright times are upon us

The stars will dance as on you sing

The mead must keep it's flowing

to wake the dead and stir the wings

Of workers to their buzzing

We turn toward home with burning hearts

To warm our hearths again

These burning coals within my breast

To light my spirit's walking

              

                        - Chris Getz

What water could not wash away

This final remnant of You upon my skin

Has been stolen this dewy night

Beneath the pale temptress moon

The jealous honeysuckle has stolen you away

These black woods' hungry shadows

They are jealous lovers who will have no other

My indiscretion lost, a memory

Within the winds that play upon the leaves

These Trees are Queen and Lover

These Stones the judge and jury

                       - Chris Getz

Oh glorious morning
Shining rays beckoning to be heard
Through drawn curtains their madness calls
I will not heed them
I will remain here with You
Forgotten revelries still pounding
These borrowed sheets are a haven
I have found Elysium while yet I breath
It is pale white skinned and sleeping
Beautiful, naked and softly sighing
Secrets spoken from behind the veil of dreams
This wondrous patch of unmarked flesh
On the borders of the above and the below
Where two worlds meet in warm perfection
This is my altar to You, and I lay myself upon it
These kisses, this touch, my prayer to You
An incantation on unknowable power
To drive away the demented ranting
That even now screams at the shaded window

                                        - Chris Getz

A Song to my Lady

I walk the weary world under many different skies
Thinking often of Your lovely ways...
When I fight imagined battles within the arena of my mind
You are there with your golden banner shining
When I draw my insatiable sword in the very real world
Your whispered words are Temperance and Wisdom
When I feast at fevered midnight with madmen, wolves and kin
You are there , silver cup in Your golden hand
When I can no longer bear the needs of the many
You bring silken darkness down all about me
When loneliness will not remove his armored grip
You strike me upon your glowing anvil, and set my soul alight
When I murder the demons of ignorance at whose table I dine
You welcome me with cleansing waters at the banks of your holy well
When I laugh in the masked faces of the false ones
You show me to the places where the secrets truths are found
When I walk among forgotten God's, though I am small
You hold me upon Your glorious shoulder
When I must don Dissolution's black cloak
You welcome me to Your glorious green temple
When I touch my liars pen to the hungry page
You pour inspiration out upon me
When  my heart must trod forbidden fields
You set the stars to guide me home

                        - Chris Getz

Within the temple of my heart

When silent night has cloaked the world

A creature stirs and comes to wake

To whisper secrets in the dark

He grasps my hands and holds them tight

He will not let me look away

While dreams in others now take flight

His laughter causes thoughts to stray

Upon the walls behind my eyes

Where burning shadow must remain

He sings and laughs and mocks me so

These crooked songs smeared on my arm 

His impish ways of course my own

Go to sleep untiring fool!

And dream of things that must not be

But not for me this weary night

These words my bed and company

                              

                             - Chris Getz