Katrina Rasbold

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.