You can feel it on the wind
As the Veil thins and the
Old ones gather
Concern on their faces
And tears in their eyes
For they know this coming
Storm only too well
Lived through it
Lifetime after lifetime
Since the dawning of time
And the advent of humans
They’ve seen how the divisions come
How they destroy what is good
The faces on the trees know and
There is sadness in their bones as
They send their roots deeper into
The Mother
They too feel the thinning of the Veil
As the Veil Walkers gather to speak
Their concern to those who will listen
So the trees shelter the ancestors, fairies,
Elementals, the unseen ones, the animals
All who use them for shelter, food, comfort
The trees feel what is coming as I do
The ancestors gathered right now just
Barely beyond the Veil
Watching
Waiting
Hoping, but with grave concern for
How humans will ultimately respond
You can feel it on the wind –
Fear
Anxiety
Anger
Sadness
Confusion
Illusion
Delusion
Indifference
Too much difference
And no one, it seems, has a clue how
To right the wrong that exists or how to
Shift the energies that hint at the idea
That no matter the outcome it will not be over
The Veil Walkers are holding space for us,
Watching, listening, waiting
Ready to offer solace and wisdom
If only we allow ourselves to feel them
To know them
To listen
You can feel it on the wind
But will you/we/I pay attention
Before the blanket of darkness
Completely covers the light
Before the fires burn all that is
Good before...
Before...
Before...
Before...
For without this Before that holds
A miniscule moment in time,
That holds the possibility of tomorrows
And tomorrows and even more,
The After will come riding in on the
Storm of apathy and disbelief, disinformation
Lies upon lies upon lies bringing with them
A blanket of darkness
There is a moment in time
The Veil now already thins
But only a moment
So I call in the Warrior Goddesses
Both those of myth and real life
Queen Boudicca of the Iceni
The Amazons from the Caucasas Steppes
The Morrigan – Morrigu, Badb and Macha
Kali
Erishkigal
Lilith
Durga on her Tiger
Sekhmet with her Lion
Bast with her Panther/Jaguar
All the women of today who
Have said enough is enough
And volunteer, march, protest
And teach the children well
There is still work to be done
Whisper the voices on the wind
Still prayers to be said
Altars to be created now
And even after the will
of the people is certified
Until that time comes
Until that time is over
Do not rest in complacency
For the good fight
Is still being fought
And the loser will not
Go gently into the good night*
Voices on the Wind**, ©Arlene Bailey
Art, Boudicca, Queen of the Iceni, ©Arlene Bailey
*Paraphrase of line from “Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas,
**Previously published in “In Defiance of Oppression: The Legacy of Boudicca”, an Anthology from Girl God Books ©2021, www.thegirlgod.com