Blessing on the Equinox
Bless the herbs and bless the rocks
Comes September cold and crisp
Autumn leaves, a frangrant wisp
Hail to thee, Oh son of light
Though ye wan some, all is right
Honor Mabon, our young son
Brilliant days are all but done
Cosmic balance does prevail
Transforming Elements without fail
Mind and body, soul and mood
Welcomes Change in Attitude
Abundent pumpkins, squash and wheat
Harvest Gathered and Complete
Store the Roots and Sprigs of Rue
Dry apples, Sage, and yarrow, too
Modron, Mother, lost her son
Tears of sorrow streak and run
She rebirths a divine boy
Solemn tragedy turns to joy
Winters coming, stock the larder
Preserve the fruit, Grind much harder
Assemble Wreaths with bittersweet
Rest ye weary bones and feet
Once again the veil is thin
Cross to and From and from within
Reincarnation is ever present
As soon as the moon becomes a crescent
Sacred Sun, passing through Earth's middle
Continues one of Life's Great Riddles
"Where is the seed of Wisdom Gained?"
Is it in the silence or in the sun waned?
