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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