Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Several people had asked about staffs, especial 'strangle wood'. On the left is the bottom of a staff in our 'armory'. The other fella is named 'Tryzone' and holds a candle to guide folks back to the center area for an evening presentation. Important function, thus a poem ...


My heart is a smoldering ember
Seen as stars in the pacing night.
With three fingers alone upheld
I grasp this heart of fine Council,
And bids thee follow, nay invite
Each one to a wedding of dreams.
Come along then as children,
In joy and expectant learning.

Leave your cares and shoes at the door.
Cushions await you – and you – and you.
Follow now the pace of Trysone.
I will guard the portals of fear,
That love and charity abide
In all that enter here in peace.
No one will pass except by me
And nothing leave ‘cept harmony.


At 4:45 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Loved reading this:-)

At 6:04 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Fuels my interest in staff's faucon. What a charming presentation.

At 1:21 AM, Blogger Viridiana said...

strangle wood - an apt name indeed


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