The Druidic College

What do we remember Of a past gone by Do we see subtle images Of stones that don't die Do we see the suns glory Peeking from a cloud Or shadows and images Wrapped in a shroud See our great Goddess Through mists in the tress Reflected in a shadow cast From stones standing free Come into our center To the core waiting there Rituals to be celebrated Our paths to be shared Join one and all Our hands holding tight Blessing our memories On this glorious night Remember the Ancestors Their wisdom does tell Visit their images Their truth they will tell