Poems From The Grove
Most of the poetry on this page is original work written over the last ten years by me. It is rooted in my belief in the God and Goddess and what they give to me every day of my life. Because of this, each of the poems I have written are very personal and has deep meaning to me. It is my hope that reading it will give you some insight to Wiccan spirituality. You are welcome to copy it, but Please do not copy it without giving credit to the author. Blessed Be.


The Goddess of the Moon

Goddess of the moon so bright,
She who lights the velvet night,
See us here in circle round,
By joy and Love for you we're bound.
Hear us praising, each in turn
The Goddess and her consort, Herne.
Oh, Diana, feel our love
As we behold your moon above
And as we taste the Cakes and Ale,
Know our faith will never fail.
For your presence and your guiding hand
Are felt by us throughout the land;
And sure as moons do wax and wane
We soon shall all meet here again
To honor once more, with praise and love
The Goddess and her moon above!
Angel Shultz 1991


The Pentagram

The circle, simple, pure and round,
And within, the star is found,
Together form they, the symbol of old
with lessons and magick to behold.
The circle... the Goddess, the Mother Earth,
The mysteries of birth and of rebirth.
The star... five points connect in tandem,
The quarters and who will command them.
Held within, for all who pay heed
Are all the answers they'll ever need.
Whether it be large or small,
Hung 'round the neck, or on the wall;
The pentagram will ever be
A symbol of my faith to me.
Angel Shultz 1991


Discovery

Oh Great Thoth, who wrought self-birth,
assist me in finding my own self worth.

An insect adrift in the open sea
Is what I’ve always been to me.
I strived for perfection and gave it my all,
Always just one word away from a fall.
Hiding my sorrows and fears in my heart
And watching, as slowly it tore me apart.

Afraid to get close to any who came;
Feeling unworthy and hiding in shame.
Hiding because of my weight and my size
Trying to live being quiet and shy.

But that’s not who I am Thoth, I’m tired of hiding.
I’m tired of the pain and tired of lying.
I may not be perfect, but I know no one is,
There is much I can do and much left to give.

Few ask for perfection, they just want your best,
As for heartache and pain, I’ve been put to the test.
No longer can I hide my own true desires,
And I can’t go on standing outside of the fire.
I may not be perfect, but, this is who I am
And I’m taking my destiny firmly in hand.

I know I’ve been called. For what? I don’t know,
But I’ll follow this path wherever it goes.
And when the time for me to pass over comes ‘round,
And my body is held by North’s comforting ground,
I know that somewhere in the world there will be
People whose lives were affected by me.
And I will know then as I know right this minute,
The world is better because I was in it.
Angel Shultz 1993


Loss

Did you know there just aren't words
At least, none I have ever heard
That sufficiently describe the loss I feel?

You were there from day to day
Sometimes getting in my way,
And now your death just still does not seem real.

I know inside it feels wrong
But I was told to sing your song.
It's been fifteen months, why can't I let you go?

It is so hard for me to do
And I'm trying hard to get it through
My head that it was just your time to die.

You are with Dad now, this is true,
And, honest Mom, I'm pleased for you;
But could you not at least have said Good-bye?

A long time now I've wished to hear
Your loving voice from far or near
To help me through this torment every day.

I'm selfish, yes, forgive me please
This pain near drives me to my knees
But "You must go on" is all my mind will say.

My heartfelt thoughts are different, true
Perhaps more than you ever knew
I loved you Mom, and counted on your strength.

I think, though, that you would be proud
I held my head up in that crowd
And proved to Me, I'm stronger than I think.

It used to irritate me when
We would get told we looked like twins
Or that "you act just like your Mom, you know?"

Well now I'm over that I guess
'Cause I intend to do my best
To be just like my favorite, well-loved Crone!
Rev. Angel Shultz 1997


My Family

My family is dear to me, as families always are.
Whether they are near to me or living very far.
We may not share a drop of blood to show the ties we've found
And our last names may be different, yet, by love are we all bound.
We each may not be loved by everyone meet
But all is well... our family loves us far more than skin deep.
On days when you are feeling low and not quite up to par,
You just need to remember how valuable you are
To those who are true family, you're worth your weight in gold.
So let me tell you something that by my Mother I was told
A person's worth is measured not by how much they love. It's true.
A person's worth is measured by how much others love you.
Why do I write these words today as sappy as they seem?
Because you need to know just how much you mean to me.
If how much you're loved is truly a measure of your worth
Then each of you has blessed me more than any on the Earth.
The love you give enfolds me like a silken purple glove
And I strive hard to give you back each sacred drop of love.
Sometimes I wonder just what I did to deserve you all
And then I just remember… I answered Goddess' call.
Rev. Angel Shultz 2002


Thankfulness

The ripened grains, the squash and corn
And all the fruits the fill the Horn
Are only part of what was sown
before the Sun’s full strength had grown
He shined His face upon my life
A simple priestess, woman, and wife.
And with His light from up above
He watched me grow in light and love.
The Sun is waning now, it seems,
But all the gifts He’s given me.
Will stay with me, as did the Sun
And I’ll take each new day as it comes.
Goddess, may I always see
The blessings that you’ve given me.
My friends, my family, and my faith
Have seen me through some trying days.
We’ve had joyous times as well it’s true
And for these blessings I thank you.
Rev. Angel Shultz 2004


Samhain Night

We gather here on Samhain Night
To think about our loved ones.

We hold their memory close and tight.
The memories of our loved ones.

They want us to remember them;
Remember all our loved ones.

And think about them now and then;
Yes, think about our loved ones.

We think about them every day;
We think about our loved ones.

But they'll come back again someday;
Come back again our loved ones.

We do not die; we are not gone;
They tell us, oh, our loved ones.

Our soul, our energy lives on;
Lives on in all our loved ones.
Angel Shultz 1998


Winter Solstice

In the midst of winter’s cold and snow
Hope is reborn with its warming glow
As darkness begins to loosen it grip
And daylight grows longer bit by bit.
And we, who follow the Goddess and God,
Rejoice today and give a nod
To the Lady of love and hope and joy
And the Lord of Light, her newborn boy.
Who comes to us this sacred night
And blesses us with inner light.
Even those of differing faiths
Can come together on this day
And know within their heart of hearts
That they aren’t so different or far apart.
Rev. Angel Shultz 2003


The Love of the Priest and Priestess

You may come to them for a few moments, then go away and do whatever you will;
their love is unchanging.
You may deny them to themselves or to yourself, then curse them to any who will listen;
their love is unchanging.
You may become the most despised of creatures, then return to them;
their love is unchanging.
You may become the enemy of the gods themselves, then return to them;
their love is unchanging.
Go where you will; stay however long you will and come back to them;
their love is unchanging.
Abuse others; abuse yourself; abuse them and come back to them;
their love is unchanging.
They will never criticize you; they will never minimize you; they will never fail you,
because to them you are everything
and they themselves are nothing.
They will never deceive you; they will never ridicule you; they will never fail you,
because to them you are God/Goddess-nature, to be served,
and they are your servants.
No matter what befalls you, No matter what you become,
They await you always.
They know you; they serve you ; they love you.
Their love for you, in the changing world, is unchanging.
Their love, beloved, is unchanging.
*author unknown*
Taken from "Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft"


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