Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Dark Stranger
There's a Dark Stranger standing in the living room.
He who, yesterday, stood between Earth and Heaven, now stands between ceiling and floor.
The son of the forest now comes indoors.
His fragrance fills the house.
Soon we will bestow him with lights, and all the royal heirlooms of the feast: every one a prayer.
But for now he stands in shadow, and naked beauty.
Welcome, Dark Stranger, host and guest.
Altar, sacrifice, god incarnate.
Welcome.
Photo: Wren Swart
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