This poem was written a year ago when the founder of CedarLight Grove, ADF, and my good friend and mentor, Will Pierson,was in his final days. I sent it to him through his wife Caryn just hours before he passed. He was a dedicated devotee of Tailtue for as long as I had known him.
In the whisper of leaves, under Tailtue’s watchful eyes,
A seed was sown, from which many spirits rise.
Guided by hands both gentle and wise,
You crafted a sanctuary where our faith could thrive.
From your vision, a mighty trunk did grow,
Rooted in wisdom that only you could bestow.
Under your care, how could we not know
The warmth of a hearth where kindred spirits show?
Branches we reach, stretching wide and far,
Connected through rituals beneath moon and star.
Each chant, each prayer, from near to afar,
Echoes the teachings that you have set to par.
You, dear friend, the heart of our creed,
Supported my journey, tended every need.
In the grove, in the heart, where your teachings lead,
Lives the kinship, the home, you promised to seed.
Though seasons will turn and years may wane,
Your legacy is eternal, forever to remain.
Through every rite, your spirits sustain,
In the whispers of the forest, we’ll hear your name.
