One of the things I've always lacked as a Pagan is a sense of permanence and of tradition. A lot of my work is about making tradition, so that one day I might have songs like Oh Come All Ye Faithful which feel in some small way like home. This small and growing collection of verse is my initial attempt at a book of common prayer and reflection for Pendan Craft. As I am no writer, I have borrowed words and tunes from others (all credited), because my primary goal is to create something I want to use rather than a great work of art.
Walk out at dawn to stand by his bower,
Awake the morn, awake the fen and flower.
The stones are stilled, the beasts are dumb -
The land is held in sleep.
The silent trees their secrets keep.
Await the dawn, arise oh Penda.