Beltain 2006

Bright the fires gleem
Into our eyes it carress the soul
To yesterday we give grace
For tomorrow we have hope
For today we gather to bless the day

The bon fires blaze
Yesterdays troubles you graze
Our thanks for your unending light

Water to wake the land
In bright green by your hand
Our thanks for your bounty

Earth the Mothers very own
Solid and firm beneight my feet
Our thanks for your comforting embrace

Air the very stuff of life
Blowing gently on my brow
Our thanks for the gift of tomorrow
 

Gentle Mother of fires grace
We invite thee to this place
The fires burn, the wheel turns
We ask for your guidance and loving face

Wisdoms Father of Fires delight
We invite thee to this place
The fires burn the wheel turns
We ask for your comfort of knowledge

Round and round the fires light
Bringing us together in the warmth tonight
Hold to my hand, let wisdom stand
Let the song of the gathering
Ring out in the land

Hecate, great crone of wisdom
to whom all things come in the final night
We offer our faults
We offer our pains
We crave that you grate us respite
As the Beltain fires burn bright

Thor great God of thunder
Whose hammer rings in the light
We offer our trials
We offer out tribulations
We crave that your hammer make it right
As the Beltain fires burn bright

Heap the sacred woods high
Let the sign be known about
From hill top to hill top
Let the fires sing out

Lead forward the childlern
That their young lives know the light
Lead forward the infrim
That they recive healing this night
Lead forward the Mothers
That they warm their hearts with delight
Lead forward the Fathers
That they bask in wisdoms light
Lead forward the herds
To recive blessings of increase
Lead forward our hopes
That tonight we know ease

Like the ashes that rise in the winds tonight
Let thy wishes and needs rise to our Lady of Lights
Hear us Great Mother
She of a 1000 nights
We bow our heads in gratefullness
That you listen tonight

As the tourchs lead away into the night
Take with thee the fires right
To ward your homes
To guard the rite
To bring to yourself  light and new life

The bon fires blaze
Yesterdays troubles you grazed
Our thanks for your unending light

Water has wakened the land
In bright green by your hand
Our thanks for your bounty

Earth the Mothers very own
Solid and firm beneight my feet
Our thanks for your comforting embrace

Air the very stuff of life
Blew gently on my brow
Our thanks for the gift of tomorrow

Blessed be on all of thee now
 
 


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