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
Web set by
yours Truly
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