Ostara (Spring)

Jennifer Paige©2000

Airy spring buds and blooms

After cloaked winter's gloom

And summer's glory not replayed

Lest autumn's allowed to steal the stage

     And I to the center of this circle came

     The center and the circle are the same

Forgiven in cathedral woods

Upon Her holy ground I stood

A hymn became my song of pain

To make The Mother whole again

     And I to the center of this circle came

     The center and the circle are the same

Silent Brothers dressed with green

Shared the rain that washed me clean

Absolved in whispers from the wind

And distanced from all human sin

     And I to the center of this circle came

     The center and the circle are the same

Mother--

Mother call your children home

Mother--

Mother call your children home

Mother call your children home

     In her arms there is no blame

     When will we come full circle again?

Back to Songs 2000

Back to Songs