Rite Of Our Thanksgiving

Hail Mother Earth
Whose bounty we did harvest by pale moonlight
Your blessings we seek in this rite of Thanksgiving

Hail Winters breeze, that smells of snow
Soon the quite blanket of white we will know
Your blessings we seek in this rite of Thanksgiving

Hail Wane Winter Suns Fire
Who lights the Way to home and hearth of our desire
Your blessings we seek in this rite of Thanksgiving

Hail Waters flow, soon to become Ice
The frost on my window, an endless delight
Your blessings we seek in this rite of Thanksgiving

Cerelia we hold, Great Mother of Grain
All thanks to thee Ceres, whose abundance we claimed

Round and round the horn of plenty goes
 A Cornucopia Filled with our labor shows

Hail Demeter, Great Mother of old
First Breads we offer in thanks,
Of your Harvest of Gold

Hail Amaterasu, the suns shining eyes
Even in winters darkness, your light of life abides
We thank you that we see the sun rise

The Earth draws quite, for her winters sleep
 A time for deep thoughts , while the cold light keeps
A time for creation of Magical things
A time for reflections without number
A time for the growing of the self,
During the deep winters slumber
A time of seeking, a time to know
A time to learn what we need to grow

We call upon the Great Mother of old
To hear now our needs, may we be so bold
Our thanks we give for all your blessings
May our eyes be open to all that needs redressing

 We seek your wisdom, we seek to know
To walk the ways of light, we would grow
In your service are we
During the long winters night
Help us to see the way that is right

Soon the Yule tide rebirth of the year
Let us too be reborn, in your light so dear

The harvest is done, the grain stored away
The winds blow cold with pale nights rays
 Yet Up and blaze does life's Fire burn
While we wait in this quite space, for the year to turn

We thank thee Mother Earth
Whose bounty we did harvest by pale moonlight
You honor us in this rite of Thanksgiving

We thank thee Winters breeze
Who does the dance of the snow
You honor us in this rite of Thanksgiving

We thank thee Winter Suns Fire
Who lights the Way to home and hearth of our desire
You honor us in this rite of Thanksgiving

We thank thee Waters flow, white maiden of Ice
The frost on my window, of endless delight
You honor us in this rite of Thanksgiving

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