Our Goddess has changed from mother to crone.
She holds all our knowledge and wisdom
Her insight radiates from her to us
Her consort, our God is present
He prepares for death then re-birth
This cycle will continue
As the fields empty
Our homes are filled with the harvest.
As we wait for the second harvest.
We watch the beauty of the land change
Red, orange, maroon, brown and gold fill the forest
Day and night are equal A balance between the two
Light and dark maintained
We feel the cold as it creeps into our homes.
Our altars are prepared, covered with pine cones, acorns.
We wear stones of sapphire
Their brilliance dances around the room
Vines of ivy flow
Horns of plenty overflow
We give thanks for our bounty
We share our Blessings with the Goddess
We share our Blessings with the God
We share our bounty with our family
We have cleansed our home
We have prepared ourselves
The hearth is cleaned and prepped
Logs of alder and ash are afire.
The cauldron boils with potatoes, carrots and onions
Aroma from honeysuckle, myrrh, rose and sage fill our homes
A call to gather has been heard
We gather to celebrate
Sisters stand hand in hand
Candles light our space
We bow before she who is present
We accept her love and protection
Whispers of prayers can be heard
Each of us ask for her Blessings
We know that she will bless us
For we follow her path
We follow her grace
The yearly cycle is ending
We look forward to the renewal of life
We share wine and the bounty of the earth
We close our night with prayer
We close our night in peace
We close our night in harmony with all
As Witches we belong to all that is
We belong to all that will be
–A Witch’s Prayerbook