December 2016


This one needs to be shared, sung, spoken, far and wide.

Feed the Light
by Ingrid the Crafty

The old ways deserve respect
They are dying of neglect

Feed the Light,
By your life.
Feed the Light

Old enchantments hold at bay
Things that fear the light of day

Feed the Light,
For your life.
Feed the Light

Tho we have not fallen yet
Evil waits while we forget

Feed the Light,
With your life.
Feed the Light

Bridge: Feed the Light
Feed the Light
Feed the Light,
With your life.
Feed the Light

Do not heed those who divide
Those whose deeds in darkness hide

Feed the Light,
By your life.
Feed the Light

When you stand on sacred ground
Anywhere it may be found

Feed the Light,
For your life.
Feed the Light

And on ev’ry Holy day
Where you are, in your own way

Feed the Light,
With your life.
Feed the Light

Bridge: Feed the Light
Feed the Light
Feed the Light,
With your life.
Feed the Light
When you’re feeling over stressed,
Under loved or just depressed

Feed the Light,
By your life.
Feed the Light

In the city, in your home,
Or wherever you may roam

Feed the Light,
For your life.
Feed the Light

We’ll rebuild fhe spells or old
To hold back the dark and cold.

Feed the Light
With your life
Feed the Light

Bridge: Feed the Light
Feed the Light
Feed the Light,
With your life.
Feed the Light

Here is a link to my friend Tom Kastle’s cover of it:

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We must recall the history of race
but not be blinded by our racial pride
A prejudicial culture is in place
That makes it hard to see the other side
Remember that the color of one’s face
Was used to excuse why so many died

And there have been so many who have died
For no more reason than their native race
The fear of difference masquerades as pride
False reason to put others in their place
To justify that right is on their side
Because they have pale skin upon their face

Responsibility is hard to face
“It was not my fault that so many died!”
“It’s all those folks down South who hated race!”
“My ancestors were blinded by their pride!”
“I wasn’t even born when that took place!”
“I’m not a racist! I am on their side!”

But still we see them as the other side
We still see first the color of the face
Our culture’s fear and hatred has not died
We still judge people first in terms of race
We still are blinded by our pale skinned pride
We must move forward from this awful place

It’s true we’re not the ones who made this place
White here, and colors on the other side
But here there is a truth that we must face
If we do nothing, more folks will have died
For nothing other than their native race
And we will have no reason to feel pride

We must move past this useless racial pride
Must make our world a much more equal place
We all should stand together, side by side
I does not matter what color the face
It will matter that no more folks have died
For simply being of another race.

Then every race may feel some pride
That in this place We’re on one side
For colored face none will have died