Tiers for souvenirs a druidic lament

Yule the fuel
Of thoughtfulness
Of compassion
And of endings
The ancient Stone Henge
Secreted on the marvellous
Salisbury Plain
There where druids
Come to feel their ancestral
Spirit rising
Sadly the pandemic
Put the dampers on us again

The Many robes ironed and perfect
Wanting to meet the flock
Ready just to swoon over
The Sarsons, and to block
Out the recent house arrests
And tendencies we felt
Altogether awfully sad about
Of The cards we have been dealt

Tiers for souvenirs
Real honest tears of long ago
When we joined a circle
And finished with our ho ho ho
That coming together
All of us who care
Not so much for one another
But just being there
Soaking up the neolithic
The ritual and the thought
Decoding ancient secrets
With inspirations caught
Up in wild emotions
The initiated who
Come together at sabatts
And wonder as we do

And so today for many of us
Ready to join the throng
Sincere in our valid beliefs
Do we still belong
To this order from the Cotswolds
We had wanted to be there
But the whim of so called Government
Brought with it true despair

Some had booked their tickets
No refunds after all
They had been really coming
And then Johnson dropped his ball
Tier four virtually locked down
Unable to thus come
Its nothing to do with who should be there
Thats A druidic rule of thumb

For Debby and Paul its been hard
For all of us yes too
We all have our own stories
With compassion daring to
Raise itself across us all
And we should really share
The love and druidic heartache
For we wanted to be there

To be told perhaps it wasnt meant
Is upsetting yes, for me
After lockdown and shielding
Our freedoms usurped you see
It affects just everybody
And not to come today
And absorb the real vibration
Hurts, I have to say

My message to the lot of you
Is its good you enjoyed your meet
And soaked up all the joys around
The protection and strength complete
Of course much understanding and knowledge we
All proclaim
And the justice that we dream of
And the love of it, the flame
Of existences apparent
And the want of all we know
The Pagans Prayer that we all share
Whether or not we are always there

To all my sisters and brothers
Of the Cotswold Order Of Druids
Every single one of you
The lament is shared for our awareness
Of each other
For it goes beyond everything.