eisteddfod

Love Poem

Yours is the face that the earth turns to me

Continuous beyond its human features lie

The mountain forms that rest against the sky.

With your eyes, the reflecting rainbow, the sun’s light

Sees me; forest and flowers, bird and beast

Know and hold me for ever in the world’s thought,

Creation’s deep untroubled retrospect.

 

When your hand touches mine, it is the earth

That takes me – the deep grass,

And rocks and rivers; the green graves,

And children still unborn, and ancestors,

In love passed down from hand to hand from God.

Your love comes from the creation of the world,

From those paternal fingers, streaming through the clouds

That break with light the surface of the sea.

 

Here, where I trace your body with my hand,

Love’s presence has no end;

For these, your arms that hold me, are the world’s.

In us, the continents, clouds and oceans meet

Our arbitrary selves, extensive with the night,

Lost, in the heart’s worship, and the body’s sleep.

Kathleen Raine

The Imbolc Ceremony at the Circle of Hearts Medicine Wheel

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We are all gathered here,
At the Medicine Wheel,
The Circle of Hearts,
How it seems so real.
In Willen Lake park,
In Milton Keynes,
At Imbolc time,
Or so it seems,
To say our prayers,
At the Source of the Wheel,
The Sacred Fire,
So, how does it feel?
At the centre of,
The circle of stones,
From Weston Underwood,
So, break no bones.
108 limestone guardians,
Stand tall and proud,
To help us all,
To lift the shroud.
Smoked all over,
By Pipes of Peace,
From the Onodage tribe,
By Native Chiefs.
There stands the Four Gateways:
North, West, East and South,
The Four Directions,
To each a mouth.
To the North lies,
The Element of Earth,
The Great Bear in the skies,
Watching us from birth.
To the East swirls,
The Element of Air,
The Hawk of Dawn,
Soaring so fair.
To the South sears,
The Element of Fire,
The Chasing Stag,
Who freely perspires.
And, last but not least,
In the heading of West:
The Element of Water.
Did I pass the Salmon’s test?
So, come be a part,
Of the Catuvellauni Grove,
As we transcend time and space,
And let our minds rove,
And join with us,
In this celebration,
At Milton Keynes,
In the heart of the Nation.
So, in the name of the Goddess,
And the Horned One,
I welcome you here,
To share our sacred fun!
Blessed be!

Dean Letchford

 

Invocation to the Green Man of the Apple Tree

apple tree

Hail, Green Man of the Autumn!
Apple tree of immortality
Whose branches hide the white hind,
Whose fruit nourishes all,
Whose juice gives gladness
To those who work your Earth,
Whose seeds show the pentad of the eternal Goddess,
Tool of Eris which shows
How the mighty may fall
Beneath your spreading branches,
Equal to the lowest in their folly
And fate; this is your gift,
Love-fruit, merry one,
Brightest star in the harvest
With the universal star at your core.
Teach us that this joy
Belongs to everyone,
As does your gift of health,
So may we all be hale!
We hail you, sacred apple tree,
Green Man of the Autumn,
On this your day of greatest nourishment.

David Lintonbon

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