The sun is bright nolonger – nor warm,
Old branches hung with sleeping.
The great wheel turns, another year,
Into the darkness fleeting.
Of questions asked with breath bowed words,
leaf rustle – bird’s wing whispers.
The rivers tale unfolds a dream,
Moonlight paints winters whiskers.
As darkest night cracks silent stars,
And shapes shift slowly creeping.
In meadows that the scythe has hewn,
Now Samhain fires are leaping.
The dance of life is spinnning on,
Death cleaves and weaves light lowly.
The welcome chant as earth grows cold,
my heart, a north wind only.
The Veil Is thin and gates wide swung,
The Netherworld is dawning.
Samhain arrives with setting sun,
An Otherworld is yawning.
“Ancestors one and Kinsfolk all,
We invite you now to hearth and hall.
Come tell us of your travels hence,
And share your wisdom, recompence.
I ask you lay your blessings here,
In this season of waning of light.
That darkness not be heavy to bear,
And journeys end be bright.
Now hear the voices of the dead,
Uncounted jewels around us.
Of grandafther gone – grandmother led,
from sky – tree – earth they found us.
And one by one the spirits come,
laughing beside our firesides.
Tender tales of sights unknown,
forewarnings of the darksides.
And all too soon the gathering ends,
beloved friends departing.
To Otherworld they do return,
Another year advancing.
As fires quell – through mists one yell
Samhain’s bright blessing heard we;
My time is come – now heed my tell,
And Ever Joy beside thee;
Our ancient blood runs in your veins,
The spirit of our heart your keep.
Our wisdom shared to guide you on,
Thus Take and Give – Remember.
By Cauldron of Earth and Blossom of Bone,
The Circle of Life is Unbroken.
By Depth of Sea and Light of Star,
The forms of Life are but Token.
So Mote It Be!
Samhain the beginning of the “darker half” of the year – the veil is thin between the worlds of the living and dead. As at Beltane, special bonfires are lit to protect the community. Feasts are also held, at which the souls of dead kin are invited and a place set at the table for them.Originally the “Feast of the Dead” was celebrated in Celtic countries by leaving food offerings on altars and doorsteps for the “wandering dead”. Single candles are also lit in a window to guide the spirits home. Original Poem c. Celestial Elf 2013 c. Celestial Elf. 2013