• Weaving the Harvest: A Lammas Poem

    Weaving the Harvest: A Lammas Poem

    We know within each grain and seed
    Lies a record of ancient time,
    A promise of all that’s yet to be
    And what I claim as mine.
    As the grape will change to become the wine,
    I change in the cauldron of life.
    To drink with joy the wine of bliss
    And learn from the lessons of strife.
    Within all forms is locked the path
    Of future, present and past.
    The Ancient Ones who spin our fates
    Give blessings to us at last.
    Having planted once my future goals
    They now come to fruition
    I spoke aloud; the Goddess heard
    And gave form to my ambition
    In concert work, in concert weave
    New patterns to my life.
    I open my heart to greatest good
    And banish pain and strife.
    As the year now ends, I reach to sky
    My faith on solid ground
    I welcome the Harvest to my life
    Where blessings now abound.
    By oat and grain, by wheat and corn
    By Air, Fire, Water, and Earth
    By sword and chalice, hoof and horn
    The Harvest is now birthed.