05/01/2026
“While the Veil is Thin”
Maeve, Maeve, come here tonight
on the evening of Beltane.
Bless the ground, and bless the womb.
Bless the lovers jumping flames,
and bless the kitchen windowsills
graced by jam jars of fleabane.
Bless the hands that smell of earth,
though they type and tend and hurry.
Bless the ones who learn by scraps,
by an ancient glass so blurry,
who kindle fires of olden time
between their modern worries.
Bless the daughters out of place
who pine for something older,
who braid their longings into crowns
of buttercup and clover,
who read the signs of stars and rhymes
and feel their spirits smolder.
Come kneel beside her here tonight
where wild and weary meet,
in herbal tea, in electric light,
in rayon and bare feet.
She’d tell you of a long lost life
not forced atop concrete.
Maeve, Maeve, linger here tonight
on the evening of Beltane.
The moon is full above the lines
that rule our night and day,
that power up our charging cords
and take our power away.
Hold us now while the veil is thin,
and enlighten our present-day.
