My Brother of the Art with whom I walked in love and honor has gone. He has gone beyond the veil. The ordained end to all tears has come. We mourn him, honor his greatness, cherish his kind and gentle spirit, acknowledge the Passion of his work and the Wisdom of his words. No sentimental phrases can ever describe the pain I feel in this time of loss. Praying to the Old Ones to cherish him as we did here on Earth.
I have quoted Victor’s poem “The Mighty One is here” in the past, but today I am thinking of the words from Old Doreen Valiente:
To think that you are gone, over the crest of the hills,
As the Moon passed from her fullness, riding the sky,
And the White Mare took you with her.
To think that we will wait another life
To drink wine from the horns and leap the fire.
Farewell from this world, but not from the Circle.
That place that is between the worlds
Shall hold return in due time. Nothing is lost.
The half of a fruit from the tree of Avalon
Shall be our reminder, among the fallen leaves
This life treads underfoot. Let the rain weep,
Waken in sunlight from the Realms of Sleep.
May he return in Love.