occoquan1's Diaryland Diary

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In which the witch says a short devotion for Lughnassadh

Lughnasadh Devotion

Lughnasadh, ancient, time of old,
the first harvest, of times true
and bold.

The God grows old, yet does not die,
in him our love and hopes abide, as
we begin first harvest-tide, as in
days of old.

We reap the bounty set before us, our
voices raised as in a chorus, magic,
music, chant implore us, now it's
harvest-time.

Soon, beloved Lord depart us, yet
our Lord will not desert us, in
the circle of the seasons, all
things have their time and reasons,
His bounty is yet here to please
us, at this, the harvest time.

We praise thee Lord of these things,
the simple grape, the wheat and grain,
we thank thee Lord for all our gain,
here at harvest-time.

5:28 p.m. - 08-02-06

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