As the yew becomes birch,And the deer paths are renewed,I stand at the crossroadsWith my eyes closed. Here, in the evergreen mist,Let my voice reach the clearingWhere she stands, beckoning,Calling to join. My Lord of the wilderness,Make me strongerSo I can reach the clearingWhere she stands, beckoning. My Lord of the Blessed Hunt,Carry me overContinue reading “Deer cry/ Elen”