Goddess Grant Me The Grace Poem by David Lacey

Goddess grant me the grace
To uphold the truth I feel
Undress yet bless the faith
I uphold as all is real.

One for all is glory
Two to duel at dawn
The triad forms creation
Creation keeps us warm.

The purple hills of distant lands
Raise their heads to see
The love you hold within your hand
The love that sets you free.


I am still, I am frozen,
Time bears its brunt upon my surface cold,
Time makes fools of us all,
Time allows us time for growing old.

Call throughout eyes of soulful gazes
Call upon the need to ride, crazed
Throughout the wild forest night,
Call upon the light and know.

Goddess grant me the grace
To flow with the emotion I embrace
Undress yet bless all faith as truth
Beyond the boundaries of time and place.

The valley is free as we are free,
Free as a bee could ever be.
When all are free, all are happy
To be loose from the bondage of slavery.