The witch on the hill

Pic : by Czlowiek Kamera

​The Witch on the hill
 
 
 
I am old, I have been here before, the memories remained
My soul recognizes the hills, the formations, the smell
The rocks mark my feet, the wind whips my lined face
A storm is on its way; I can feel it in my bones
A lone raven calls to me to find shelter
 
The sky darkens and I feel the mother’s power
Everything is electric
The old gods are here
I know them well
Thor smacks his hammer, as the lightning bolts across the blackened sky
I hear the roar of gods as the thunder shakes the earth
I smile as I become one with the chaos
 
The rain soaks me to bone, as I lift my face towards the sky gods
If I had wings I would fly up there

Yes, I am home
 
 
They call me hag, crone and the witch on the hill

They don’t understand the old gods that I have been in service to, for many incarnations
They ridicule what they don’t understand
They call it evil and profane

Yet they come silently for my healing, wise craft and cunning way
When all their prayers fail, they come to me
They know I have the old magic flowing through my veins

That I have birthed many of their kin, That I have stayed with their dying
My herbs bring solace for their pain
My bones when tossed, bring answers
 
Still they fear me
 
One day they will come for me
They fear what they can’t control
I am a force of nature that can’t be contained
I don’t abide their rules
And that is why they will come for me
 
 
Before I go to the great beyond, I have a message for my descendants

This is my last gift, as I will not return to be with you
 
 
One day you will be free
You will have no fear of pointing fingers or wagging tongues
 
They will not come for you, to harm you
 It is a different world you will walk in
You are many and will come into a time when the magic is most needed
 
They may call you names and even fear you
But in this time, it will be easier
Many of you will have learnt to disguise the healing you do, after many incarnations of persecution

​They may still come silently, it is the way
But do not fear
They come for the magic, the healing and wise ways
 
Be strong, be kind, be who you are meant to be
 
The old ways flow through you, as I do
 
Keep it alive
 
Remember me  
 
 
 By Rebecca Walker ​©