The Verdant Path – A Poem for OakBear

The Verdant Path
By Shining Quill the Unicorn


The veil is thinning, my friend
As I hold your hands to comfort you,
I find myself longing to be held by something greater than myself.
I realize that the moments that pass are precious and few,
for this world is leaving you, and a new life is on it’s way.
Strong as an Oak,
Fierce as a Bear,
Gentle as the breeze in the Sacred Grove You worshiped,
Wisdom in unexpected antics,
and wisecrackin’ tales,
fills my mind’s eye,
let us travel this way together, not in fear,
but lust, like fire burning passionate and hungry,
for the next great adventure,
The Verdant Path sprawls out like a winding snake.

Adorned with the footsteps of Ancestors,
the laughter of the Gods blooming brightly from flowers peeking out of vines overhead,
the call of the Raven enticing us forward,
We find ourselves forgetting the worries of yesterday and eagerly looking ahead at the new course,
We are trapped in this place yet we have never felt so free.
The air is sweet and friendly,
We can feel ourselves be enveloped in this dream,
There is no turning back, only ahead at full speed,
and dance together in the knowledge of what this means.
Let’s take this Path together, from this life to the next
Your breath may be slowing, shallow and distant,
Your heard beats like a drum, summoning the vision of what lies beyond this ultimate web.
The Verdant Path now widens and cradles us like a nervous new mother. We have never known such love!

Hail now the Summerlands, the place of our fathers and mothers!
The place of honor to lives worth living and welcome to all who have braved the long winter,
The Gods you loved, whose faces are now finally clear,
Family and friends once departed Merry Meet once more,
Spirit animals of every shape and size dance  about you and perch at your shoulder,
Whispering as the breeze around your head the secret, humanity is not alone and cast aside,
separate and indifferent from each other.
Humanity is as one, whether we like those parts of ourselves or hide in the lies that fill the moments of our existence,
and that reality is so much more than we’ve experienced.
We Pagans are on the Path, the Verdant Path which is ever growing,
Do we bravely step forward and look into the unchanging face of death,
and smile as we surrender ourselves to the Nature that brought us life,
Not cruelly stolen in this moment,
Given to such abundance that we become more  than just humans,
We become Pagans, who life after life, find each other, love each other, fight with each other and continue the boldest story ever told.
Hail the Verdant Path, friend! Let it spiral around you and lead you inwards!

Find now what you need, leave behind what you don’t
Be Blessed and Reborn in the arms of the Mother Goddess,
And be embraced by the the Lord that is Her consort.
I can paint you a picture of what lies before us
It is the new life that has taken deep roots within us,
and cries up from the base of our souls,
We are not these husks of flesh,
Something more,
In the last of your days, you taught me all of this,
and so much more.
On the night of our vigil,
We held each other and spoke of our dreams,
Cried together in the face of our fears, pulling our courage from every reserve,
Gritting our teeth, using our laughter as a shield,
Speaking to only Gods and each other.
We stood immortal as the Free People of the Universe.
We conquered the Dark Night together and face the sun at last!
Great Father,
Great Sage,
My eyes open as I depart the way,
My breath strong and clear,
I am alone now in this room, I am not crying,
I have emerged from death as something more,
harkened by the tide of your passing,
Waves of thought scurry within my chest like mice as I try to comprehend all that I have seen,
Lessons, laughter, and charm ignited in my heart,
Eternal tribute to you, Wise Druid.
The Verdant Path is yours forever, Blessed Be!



I love you Oakbear. I wish I could have seen you more. Thank you for calling me daughter and giving me purpose in my darkest hour. Thank you for the lessons you taught me about your life and thank you for sharing those tears. You will forever be in my heart and a part of my being. Merry Meet, Merry Part and Merry Meet Again!

Published by Shining Quill

Let me introduce myself: I'm Quill! In addition to being an ordained minister and blogger, I am a mother of five little girls. My Magickal practice dates back over two decades. As a tarot reader, life coach, and spell caster, I specialize in these three fields. I'm passionate about removing the taboo surrounding people seeking help for mental health challenges. Welcome to my blog!

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