Calendar of the Sun
Altar: Upon a brown cloth lay a scythe, a chalice of water, a basket of unthreshed rye stalks, and a loaf of rye bread.
Offering: Give food to the poor.
Daily Meal: Rye bread sandwiches.
I sing the song of the scythe,
Swinging through the air,
Sharpness and keenness its breath,
Rhythm its walk,
The tooth of the Moon,
The razor of the Sun.
For sharpness means that we shall eat this winter,
For keenness means that there shall be enough.
May those of us who find ourselves to be blades
Recall that our cutting edge
Is best used for the nourishment of all.
(The water is passed around, and then the remainder is poured out as a libation.)
I sing the praises of Rye,
Grain of the cold north,
Grain who needs little to prosper,
Grain who feeds those with the worst land,
Tallest of the waving heads,
Dark flour of nourishment,
I sing the praises of Rye.
(The rye bread is passed around, and then the remainder is scattered in the garden.)
Song: John Barleycorn