Lammas, then Mabon
And now it’s Samhain
Celebrate the Harvest
The wheel turns again.
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Lord of the sacrifice
Horned one of the wild…
Dark mistress, Hecate
Attend me, Thy child.
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Here in Thy temple
I stand – arms up high
I draw down your Magick
On this Samhain night.
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The trees are all golden
Red, orange and brown…
The moon’s light is cast
On near-barren ground.
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The harvest of plenty –
Now is all through.
And as we feast, we
Give libation to you.
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Whispered chant in rhyme
Within the circle ’round
Herbs and oil; candles lit
The spell be cast and bound
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On Samhain, the veil is thin
And our beloved dead
Speak to us from Summerland
As we share wine and bread
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The lord is the last sheaf
Of grain brought in from fields
Surely nurtured by Demeter
To such abundance, yield
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Light to dark, the balance shifts
‘Till at Yule the Sun’s reborn
Persephone returns in spring
Her mother, no more to mourn
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Days grow short, darkness reigns
And Demeter holds the key
Hades of the underworld invoked
Her wrath, kidnapping Persephone
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In the burning times,
Ancient Samhain rites…
Balefires lit and quarters called,
Witches dance by firelight.
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And lo, the Witches’ Sabbat –
Samhain, the ebb and flow
Of life and death, on to rebirth.
As in the craft we know…
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What once was, will be again.
What’s meant to be will be.
God and Goddess manifest –
Earth, flame, wind and sea.
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Now’s the time to start anew.
Intent and focused energy –
Now’s the time to gather round
With beloved friends and family.
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Seasons come and seasons go…
And still the wheel turns on.
Hard-won wisdom proves to us,
It’s darkest before the dawn.
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Dark Lord passes – through the womb
Of the mother – to light on the other side.
Autumn symbolizes life through death,
The God reborn at Yuletide.
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Through the God’s sacrificial grain,
And the Goddess offering repose,
From burning times until today,
The mystery, each Witch knows.
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“If what thou seeketh, thou findeth not
Within thyself, thou wilt ne’er find without.”
In perfect love and perfect trust there,
Leaves no room for fear or doubt.
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Wisdom gained through love and loss,
The fruits of our labor grow.
Having endured suffering…
At Samhain, new life we sew.