(Poem) When the Mists Shall Part by Arlene Bailey

Aerial image of Glastonbury Tor emerging from morning mist, Glastonbury, Somerset, England. Autumn (November) 2022. Image by AdamBurtonPhotography.com

I come from a time before time

A time that existed in such
a way that the inhabitants
of this planet understood
things beyond this plane,
things beyond this world

It was a time of learning
and questioning

A time of intuition and the
magic of creative ventures

It was a time I thought would
last forever, a time we thought…
We – the Sisterhood – thought
would last forever

Nestled in our own sacred gnosis
and as a community devoted
to the greatness of the All

This was the time before the deluge
Before division entered our World
and our lives

Before it altered our understanding,
which, if I speak the truth, was the
beginning of our undoing

Bit by bit all we’d created imploded,
as did our island home and our ways of
being and knowing, living and doing

Never again to exist in the time of man
as the mists of time enshrouded
this Holy Isle

In the time of Woman, however…

Now that’s a different dimension and
She has brought home and is bringing home
many of our knowings and ways of being

Ways open for those who come searching
for something they sense was lost
Something they sense once again lives
on this plane available to those seeking
the Magick and the Mystery of the
All of the All of the All

Once more it is the time of the Priestess
The time of Avalon

For as the women are called,
the Mists begin to part and
The Holy Isle is once again visible
to those Seekers pure of heart,
open in mind and steadfast in their
devotion to what most call a myth

What they and we know to be the
truth of the existence of the ages

The truth of the Sacred Isle
The truth of Avalon

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©2023


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