The Bard - by Roger D. Byrd

From the flame of our hearts an ember takes flight • To fly with the wind into the night • From the circle we see a dark misty storm • The ember of light, in shadows takes form

At first it seemed Lord Pan had appeared • Then he transformed into a husky man, • With a flaming red beard • To our circle he came with a spring in his step • Then reached for his back, where his guitar was kept

He stroked the strings with a laugh and a bellow • His twinkling green eyes, • This was no ordinary fellow • The music was soft as wipers of wind • Then laugh to dance, and make merry again

He wove a song of magical truth • Of inner sight, awareness of youth • Of his music, merriment and love of Pan • He vows to sing in Sommerland

He played through the night till, • The twilight of dawn • Then with the ember of light, • And misty shadows he was gone • As the Goddess kissed the new morning sky • We have found a way for our spirits to fly

He Was a wizard, of the highest order • Love and kindness was his brick and mortar • His time in our hearts we will always guard • For in this spirit will forever be The Bard.

In memory of Adam Walks Between Worlds • Blessed are they who live in our hearts.

The Full Moon ritual planned for Saturday, February 22^nd changed. We learned of the tragic loss of our beloved Adam Walks Between Worlds. The early part of the day was spent in contacting people who knew him. The community needed to know so we could all be there for each other. Bob took on the hard task of telling friends of the loss of our friend, brother, lover, Bard. We drew no circle, the energy needed to flow from us. The pain, the sorrow, the joyful memories and laughter. Everyone shared their favorite "Adam" story. We all remembered a song or two, a joke or a bit of wisdom. "Hello Death" was a song almost painfully quoted from. (But he did get a rhyme for Ghandi from it!)

He is Pan's child. The Lady holds him now. I can see him playing guitar with Jerry Garcia and telling Timothy Leary a new joke. He'll sing Elvis his own version of "Blue Suede Shoes." We hope his last projects will be completed, the CD and the book. I know a few hundred people who want his voice, his words, his humor. We miss you Adam. We'll see you again. When we cross the veil and hear you say "See me in my tent!"

Never Thirst, Karen Thomas

by Anodea Judith

Red haired Bard who walks between the worlds
Silence now echoes in the halls you once carved with song and laughter.
Truly a man unto himself
Ravager of life in all its juicy aspect of
shining light and twisted darkness
You plucked the apples from the tree of the Goddess
and sucked them dry
To spit out brilliance and challenge
to those who wished to sleep
and dared not to live like gods.

Ravager, now ravaged
Your death a mystery of unfinished future
as your life was a mystery of broken pasts.
But even in death, no meek whimpering of old age
But perverse stylish intrigue
Cut down in the prime of life and life's struggles,
Somehow fitting for the God you dared to be.

Your death shifts the memories
of deeds done and wars won,
and blunders made from the darkness of unhealed wounds
Arrogant illusions of omnipotence, now laid to rest.
Your future, now obliterated like your past
Twisted from its core by an even darker unseen darkness.

Who will sing the Bard's call now?
Whose voice will echo the silence of unanswered questions?
Unsung songs?
Empty vessels?

The cauldron sits and waits.
We will sing of you.
Go with love.
Rest in peace.

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