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Samhain

 

Today is Blessed Samhain,

And harvest-time is done.

The leaves and fruits have fallen;

Less warmly shines the sun.

The days are crisp and windy,

The nighttime brisk and clear.

Full bellies and full larders –

We slumber without fear.

 

We light the sacred fires

To celebrate this time

And drum the Earth’s own heartbeat

With songs and chants in rhyme.

We sing the Mother’s praises

And send Her off to sleep

And speak of our ancestors

Safely in Her keep.

 

The Reaper does his duty,

His sharpened sickle bright,

His bony charger treading

The quiet streets this night.

The souls of dear departed

The Summerland to find –

And Death collects them, one and all,

So none are left behind.

 

Cry welcome to the spirits

Of our Beloved Dead –

We share with them sweet water

And break the new-made bread.

We share as well the stories,

The memories and tales

That make our dead ones live again

With love that never fails.

 

This last day of the old year

To neither time belongs,

And in a place that’s not a place

We chant the sacred songs.

And in the holy Circle,

From first light unto last,

With laughter and remembrance,

We speak of times gone past.

 

So come ye now to Samhain,

Elder, youth, and bairn.

With loving thoughts and kindness,

Set a stone upon the cairn.

Then clasp the hand beside you,

For soon we shall depart,

And keep the days of Autumn

Full deep within your hearts.

 

Samhain

 

The season of death and of endings is here

And with it comes doubtfulness, worries and fear.

But trust in the Lady and trust in the Lord

As we all move toward Samhain with a single accord.

The pumpkins we carved, now all glowing and orange,

The grand, creepy sound of an old creaking door hinge.

Slithering shadows and sneaky black cats,

Whispering breezes and high-swooping bats;

Fairies and monsters with wings on their backs,

Ghosties and goblins are running in packs.

Kids all in costumes who run door to door –

Pagans, we know what this night’s really for!

Do divination and play party games,

Knowing that folks ‘round the world do the same.

Visiting ancestors’ gravesites and mounds,

Blessing the Earth and Her soon-sleeping grounds.

The Reaper

 

Autumn has come in all of its glory;

The evening shadows grow deeper.

Bounty is won, and low sinks the sun

As everything waits for the Reaper.

 

Turkey and pheasant and duck on the wing

Never know when Archer’s arrows will sing.

Deer in the field stand ready to run,

Waiting the sound of the Huntsman’s gun.

 

The sun starts His yearly descent into death

As Earth turns from giver to keeper.

Like a child at the breast, we start into our rest —

And everything waits for the Reaper.

 

Apples stand waiting in bushel and sack

To someday be applesauce, cider and jack.

Wheat turns to flour and barley to beer –

The Green Man has done all His growing this year.

 

Cellars and larders are bursting with bounty —

Nothing on branch, root, or creeper.

Growing is done; the harvest begun —

Now everything waits for the Reaper.

Samhaintide

 

Ring the bell and light the fire –

It’s Samhain once again.

Gather in the harvest hall

With family and friends.

Crops are in and trees are bare

And fox soon seeks his den –

With cooler days and longer nights

We’re now at Summer’s end.

 

Call the quarters, hail the gods,

The gentle and the bold;

Hail the passing of the sun

Whose light is dimmed by cold.

Hail the bounty of the earth,

A wonder to behold.

Pass the bread and share the mead

And bless all, young and old.

 

Lanterns cast a golden glow

As Circle Is trod ‘round.

Every voice is lifted high

In joyous sacred sound.

Veggies added one by one,

A growing gorgeous mound,

As we bless the wondrous food

That came from out the ground.

 

Now we sing in praise of those

Who’ve passed from life before;

The veil is thin and we can see

Beloved Dead once more.

Share the tales and memories

And songs from days of yore.

Refresh the love and thoughts of those

That we love and adore.

 

We thank those things that held our space,

The north, south, west and east.

We counted things that bless our lives,

The greatest and the least.

The Magick’s done for health and wealth,

Our fortunes all increased.

So now is time for Circle’s end

And then to start the feast.

 

Local meats and veggies, breads,

And apple crisps and pies

Load the feasting tables full

And cause contented sighs.

And later still, the harvest ball –

We wear our best disguise –

And dance we all in merriment,

The young ones and the wise.

 

We celebrate the season

In an ancient Pagan way,

With ritual and honest thanks

And Rede which we obey,

And of course forgiveness

When we sometimes go astray.

And at this time, may I wish you

A blessed Samhain day.