There is grace in every embrace.
It’s in a sacred space, well held.
Diversity and magic in a Hilton Hotel.
It’s in the Doubletree with two dragons rising,
It’s over 2000 pagans gathering,
In San Jose, where Pantheacon takes flight.
Where we take a parking lot and put in paradise
in the United States of Amazing Grace.
It’s a gathering of kith and kin,
where reality checks out and the heart checks in.
It’s hospitality and nurturing,
A whole community silently cheering.
A sharing of skills and heartfelt teachings.
It’s in the sparkle, in the craftsmanship,
It’s in the once in a life-time trip.
It’s international geological sample smuggling.
It’s in the love I’m bringing there and back again.
To the United States of Amazing Grace.
Ritual connection leads to reflections of wonder
And I wonder …
How much space can it create?
How much grace can be embraced?
It comes in ceremony and circling
the drum beat, in the rattle, the Awen and the Aum …
It’s dancing on beehive carpets,
riding the elevator to drunken
divination
and absinthe parties.
It’s drinking bourbon with poets and artists.
Grace is in myself reflected in you,
it’s in the hot tub, and sitting by the pool,
it’s hospitality on floor nine and floor two.
It’s in the far too much to do,
and the “I just don’t know what to do!
It’s people taking care of the nitty gritty.
Where love comes to meet us on strings of synchronicity
in the United States of Amazing Grace.
There is grace in sacred space
Where fae meets us dressed in jay feathers
bedecked in flygaric red and white.
As a herd of deer dip out of sight
and Taliesin sings, Awen in a redwood grove.
Trees reach up higher than high
wild rushing waters, celebrate life.
Where a salamander curls to rest 
and a spider drops his web,
in an emerald glowing leaf.
It’s in that dewdrop glistening.
It is listening.
Portals of water ripple through space,
Reflections of another life, fleeting.
A kiss
where love comes to meet us riding a eucalyptus mist.
In the United States of Amazing Grace.
Focus … There is grace in every place
It’s in a half-built hotel,It’s the Sun King … King Sun, Beijing Buffet,
eating gak from yellow plastic plates.
It’s there in the city streets,
seeping through the concrete,
on beatnik feats of folly and endurance,
on deadhead days of acid and decadence.
It’s painted on the wall in rainbow colours,
‘SERENITY’,
Where love comes to meet us on a cloud of creativity.
In the United States of Amazing Grace.
There is grace in every face
It’s in good companions and well met forever friends.
In lipstick smiling faces hurrying to Macy’s,
in concrete critters and trash can treasure,
it’s craving cigarettes and talking to strangers.
It’s in the street poet on union square
with only 30 seconds to spare
to tell me a poem, then he tells me another.
It’s in Achilles and Nike and Victory,
It’s in every wrinkle that tells a story
of degradation and despair,
it’s home loaded in a shopping cart,
pushing up the street where a tent is a luxury.
It’s a pet rat in a box called Harry Potter.
A cosmic crone on the corner of Castro,
wearing a nightgown and laughing about
humpty dumpty and his crack habit.
Grace is caught in an open cage
waiting to be set free.
It’s spilled in the pantry.
Where love comes to meet us in a haze of humanity
in the United States of Amazing Grace.
There is Grace.
It’s in the spirit of this land,
in the titans and divas,
living in the living mythology.
It’s embracing anarchy, making history,
heritage in the hands of the builders of stories.
Grace is reaching for a better day while
cultivating a culture of life and decay.
Grace is right there, for those
who would listen, to those
who drop out and tune in,
and dip their toes in the ocean,
dive deeper inside, look deeper within.
To the United States of Amazing Grace
To make America great again, my friend.
We need to be grateful for the grace.
In every embrace, in sacred space,
in every place, in every face,
where love comes to meet us
in The United States of Amazing Grace.
Lisa Goodwin – written 03/17 – revised, 06/18
We Really Wanna Go to Pantheacon in February 2019, and have put in a bid in the hope that can build a temple space. A hospitality suite, ‘For the Love of It’ to express the special energy of The White Spring Sanctuary. The theme next year is Unity, Diversity, and Connecting Webs. The perfect opportunity to spread the word from Glastonbury of our commitment to Unity through Diversity.
Find out more about Pantheacon here