The Sea Of Life

The world to me is like the sea,
as the waves of life move majestically.
So if you live in a state of frown,
the waters of life will cause you to drown.

So learn to swim in the waters of life,
cause if you don’t you’ll have nothing but strife.
Learn now the tides of your Spirit,
as the rhythm flows for you to hear it.

Now when you achieve what’s stated above,
you will have entered a world of love.
Now that you have the sea at bay,
it’s time to move on to a brighter day.

Author Unknown
Originally Published On Pagan Library

 

Celebrate the Harvest of Life

 

The wheel has turned
Turned to this time of year
when Lughnasadh is here…

So come one and come all to…

Celebrate the harvest of life
Attune yourself to nature’s rhythms
For nature’s rhythms are eternal

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Mother Earth
Partake in her gifts of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Sun God Lugh
Partake in his feast of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Earth Mother Agusta
Make festive for her this time of year

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bask in the Summer sun’s warm glory
For Winter’s chill is sure to come

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bake bread and eat merry
Celebrate the harvest of life
Make ale and drink merry
Celebrate the harvest of life
Pick and eat the fruits of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Bask in the Summer sun’s warm glory
For Winter’s chill is sure to come

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Earth Mother Agusta
Make festive for her this time of year

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Sun God Lugh
Partake in his feast of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
Honor Mother Earth
Partake in her gifts of life

Celebrate the harvest of life
The first harvest
The grain harvest

Celebrate the harvest of life
Attune yourself to nature’s rhythms
For nature’s rhythms are eternal

Celebrate the harvest of life
By keeping this wheel of life turning

Savannah Skye, Author
Original Published On Pagan Library

Children Of The Earth

We know they feared our Pagan ways,
They tried to wipe us out,
They tortured and they burned us,
If they had the slightest doubt,
They took away our festivals,
Replaced them with their own,
But we stood strong and carried on,
We’ve flourished and we’ve grown.

 

They said we worshiped Satan,
Stole babies and much worse,
And if by chance someone fell ill,
They said we laid a curse,
They took us in for “questioning”,
Tortured till we confessed,
But anyone would say the words,
Under such duress.

 

With bodies bruised and broken,
They put us on the stand,
The priests said we’d offended God,
And the devil took our hand,
The villagers believed them,
Our guilt was their desire,
Then everybody turned out to see,
The witch burned in the fire.

 

They never really understood,
And some to this day still,
Do not understand our craft,
We bear no one ill will,
We live a life of peace and love,
At one with Mother Earth,
So in secrecy the Hedgewitch lives,
Gathering berries, leaves and herbs.

 

I sometimes think that there are those,
Who live in those dark times still,
They do not wish to understand,
And I guess they never will,
But Pagans all around the world,
Are proud to carry on,
We practice the oldest religion,
In our deeds and in our song.

 

Be Joyful all ye Pagans,
For the road has been so long,
Remember the innocent martyrs,
That suffered in those days gone,
Give your praise to all the Gods,
And the Goddess of rebirth,
For they can never destroy our faith,
We are the children of the Earth.

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

The Goddess is our sanctuary;
Her embrace holds us night and day.
We can be unafraid in the earthquake and
Comforted in the hurricane knowing we are not
alone.
She is the river of joy, gladness is her voice.
She streams from the mountains, into the desert,
And into the parched heart that longs.
She answers the call of desire and stirs the soul’s
bidding.
Tho we are surrounded with despair and taught
doubt,
Yet we lie upon her Body and are comforted.
Look at the abiding beauty of Life.
Through destruction and chaos comes renewal.
Listen to the melody of the wild and the music of
regeneration.
Love holds us in her song.
Tho riches are robbed and lies are honored,
Nothing stands before the turning of the Wheel.
The sacredness of life will continue,
Within the Palm of the Mother are we all held.

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

May the Goddess hear you in the day of trouble,
May She give you a place of refuge
And defend you from your fears.
Let help come to you from the mighty forest
And strength from the roots of the Locust.
May the rivers and streams ease you
And the birds bear assurance in their wings,

I will rejoice at your rising up,
Giving thanks that the requests of your heart
have been poured out.
I know you sit in the palm of the hand of the
Universe,
That the heavens rain down all you require.
Some trust in money, and some in knowledge;
But we trust in Love and the cycles of life.

May you rise up with singing,
Knowing that the whisper of your heart
Is precious and never goes unheeded.
Rise up and give thanks!

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

 

In Love have I put my trust

In this Goddess is my safety.
In Peace have I put my trust
You are my defense and support.

Tho I am surrounded by doubts
And the voices of vanity drag on my heart,
Still I hold the vision.
I call to you Love, arise.
Peace, fall upon us like the whining rain
And sweep aside this fallow harvest.

Join hands and plow this land to new fruitfulness.
Join hearts and restore the Earth to her lovers.
That we may all sing under a golden moon.

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

The Cauldron Chant

We form the Circle,
The Circle most round.
We form the Chalice,
The Chalice now found.

We call the Goddess,
to meet the great need.
We call the God,
To plant His fertile seed.

We call the quarters,
which we call four.
We summon the powers,
that contain the force.

We stir the Cauldron,
from which we were born.
We call the Gods,
from whom we were torn.

We say the words,
which lead us round.
We pass the kiss,
with our lovers found.

We face our dreams,
in nights psychic flight.
We face our hopes,
in bright moon of the night.

We face our fears,
on the Dark Lords Horn.
We face our failure,
in the Mothers new planted corn.

We live our lives,
druming and dancing on the meadow.
We confront our Death,
in the dancing moon light shadow.

Our paths run quickly,
on fleet foot and wing.
Our Circle is joyous,
with our Queens and our Kings.

Let our little Circle be happy,
with Bell, Bowl or Bow.
And form now this Circle,
with gracious Love, Joy and Hope.

Blessed Be

Author: Ammond ShadowCraft
Published on Pagan Library

 

 

Goddess, there are so many who
walk blindly across the land.
So many hold the words of
agreement in their mouths.
So many hold no space for questions.

I stand afraid as the words mount,
as the armies join one to another
boot to boot.
So many.

But you, Goddess, you know life as simple.
In its dazzle and turn
Lies the confidence of remembering.
Nothing is changeless as change.
Nothing.

This is my shield.
This, my ecstasy.
Here is my Goddess, here,
the God who hears me.
Upon Earth do I lay my head.

No thousands can move the
course of life with their strength.
But each heart flaming towards
love can remake the world.

 

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

 

 

Summerland

 

When our life is done, do not grieve
For we’ll return if you believe
And in our time among you here
We’ve learned of love and hope and fear

Our souls will rest in another place
Far beyond the void of space
There we’ll rest on warm soft sand
Till again we leave the Summerland

 

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

Bright Blessings

Earth Mother
Giver of life
Strengthen me during my life-long strife.
Teach me Your ways of perfect love,
peace, and wisdom true.
Spawn from my purest heart
These words to You
May this prayer help me to better
myself in word and deed,
To a higher plane I shall succeed.
Beautiful Light of Goodness Fair
Lore of old we both do share
A Witch’s brew, I drink to You
My love for You, by day, by night
In thought and in sight
Will my soul learn
the meaning of this life again.

—-Author Unknown
Originally published on Pagan Library

Great is the Goddess.
Deserving of honor and mention.
Great is the mercy of her waters.
Falling rain that cleanses and renews.
Great is her compassion,
Letting the love we and green plants share be
Expressed with each breath.
Great is this world, this land,
This soil – complex, simple and bountiful.
Holding all life, within mystery, in sight.
Gracious is Life to spend herself so freely.
May we all see, receive, offer return by our means
To this great cauldron.
Gracious vessel, depthless supply, precious.
All honor, for as long as there is time.
So Mote It Be.

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

The Goddess is our sanctuary;
Her embrace holds us night and day.
We can be unafraid in the earthquake and
Comforted in the hurricane knowing we are not alone.
She is the river of joy, gladness is her voice.
She streams from the mountains, into the desert,
And into the parched heart that longs.
She answers the call of desire and stirs the soul’s bidding.
Tho we are surrounded with despair and taught doubt,
Yet we lie upon her Body and are comforted.
Look at the abiding beauty of Life.
Through destruction and chaos comes renewal.
Listen to the melody of the wild and the music of regeneration.
Love holds us in her song.
Tho riches are robbed and lies are honored,
Nothing stands before the turning of the Wheel.
The sacredness of life will continue,
Within the Palm of the Mother are we all held.

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara.

 Children Of The Earth

We know they feared our Pagan ways,
They tried to wipe us out,
They tortured and they burned us,
If they had the slightest doubt,
They took away our festivals,
Replaced them with their own,
But we stood strong and carried on,
We’ve flourished and we’ve grown.

They said we worshiped Satan,
Stole babies and much worse,
And if by chance someone fell ill,
They said we laid a curse,
They took us in for “questioning”,
Tortured till we confessed,
But anyone would say the words,
Under such duress.

With bodies bruised and broken,
They put us on the stand,
The priests said we’d offended God,
And the devil took our hand,
The villagers believed them,
Our guilt was their desire,
Then everybody turned out to see,
The witch burned in the fire.

They never really understood,
And some to this day still,
Do not understand our craft,
We bear no one ill will,
We live a life of peace and love,
At one with Mother Earth, S
o in secrecy the Hedgewitch lives,
Gathering berries, leaves and herbs.

I sometimes think that there are those,
Who live in those dark times still,
They do not wish to understand,
And I guess they never will,
But Pagans all around the world,
Are proud to carry on,
We practice the oldest religion,
In our deeds and in our song.

Be joyful all ye Pagans,
For the road has been so long,
Remember the innocent martyrs,
That suffered in those days gone,
Give your praise to all the Gods,
And the Goddess of rebirth,
For they can never destroy our faith,
We are the children of the Earth.

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

 

The Wiccan Witch

The Wiccan Witch is kind and fair,
Her love for nature everywhere,
She’s guided by the spirits high,
And sees the world through caring eyes.

The Wiccan Witch thanks all around,
The Green Man here upon the ground,
The spirits that rise into the air,
The Wiccan Witch will truly care.

The Wiccan Witch will celebrate,
And to the God and Goddess will dedicate,
Her offerings and her joyous praise,
And ask for guidance on her way.

The Wiccan Witch will fill your heart,
And from her love, you’ll never part,
But on you a spell has not been cast,
You’ve been guided by spirits, so bound to last.
The elements from the Earth and Air.

Has set you on the path to where,
You’ll find your Wiccan Witch to be,
It’s true my friends, it’s happened to me.

 

—-Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

 

Gather Witches cast thy spell
Harm thee none and all is well
Draw thy circle, cauldron light
Praise the spirits of day and night

Offerings on thy altar place
Welcome love into thy space
Dance and sing let joy abound
For thou art standing on
hallowed ground

Rejoice ye all the WItch’s way
Gather Witches young and old
Remember ancient stories told

So gather Witches cast thy spell
Harm thee none and all is well
The gods on high will come to thee
To all ye Witches, blessed be.

—Pagan Ways
Alan Faraway

 

Blessed are the ones who remember the poor;
in time of trouble they will be remembered.
The Goddess will hold them in her hand and keep them from harm.
When they are weak, strength will flow in the sunlight
and in the falling of the evening dew will health come to their bones.

For the mouth of derision will be closed and lies and
slander will be shown false.

Mercy flows like spring streams, without destination.
Nature holds no one accountable, nor is blame her way.
Favor pours from her in the sun, in the rain,
in the breathe of the trees.
So we can pour ourselves out without thought.
We are vessels, as is the river, holding life for all
we pass.

Blessed are the ones who know the fullness in life
and with open hands
Release it to all.
The season of want will come but the blessings of
love will fill it.
Blessed Be.

 

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

 

I will praise you Goddess with each hour of the day.
In the knowledge of your wonders
I will sing songs of the delights of the Earth
And trust in the path I walk
Knowing justice is assured.
Justice is your eyes and peace the beat of your heart.

Fear can never create a lasting world
And power over the land can only end with failure.
For the Earth renews herself
And is making herself whole in every hour.

The Goddess places a refuge in her people
To comfort and heal.
Let all sing aloud the foolish song of truth
That the renewal can pour forth and establish peace.

Life can trust in joy
It is established in faith
And bears fruit in its season

If the murk of this day cover us all
We continue to know the light.
If the powerful join in destruction
We continue to know creation.
The tangle of deception is a snare for its maker
Let the wise touch it not.

The needy will be satisfied.
The angry shall know peace.
The sorrowful be comforted,
And the poor be supplied.
For Love has no other ending.
And justice no other goal.

This is the heart of Love,
the hand of Divinity,
The soul of the Earth
and the song of Life.

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

Oh, She of many Names, our Goddess,
Your name is the first cry at birth and coo of the nursling.
You ride the gasp of ecstasy, and the final sigh of life.
You, who have all strength, inhabit the fragile beings of life
that we might understand power.
When I look at the heavens, at all of creation,
At the galaxies, and the order of the skies;
I feel the smallness of this race,
And the significance of each life.
For you have granted us such power of creation,
And the honor of consciousness.
We have the power to enrich or destroy all that
surrounds us.

All life that walks and breathes,
All that fly or swim
And all that live unseen in this wide universe,
Are our family.

Oh, Goddess, She of many names,
Name us Healers, Reclaimers of Balance,
and Lovers of life.
Invest in us the power of a single moment
that we might know the glory of Divinity.

 

—Earth Psalms, Angela Magara

 

Goddess, there are so many who
walk blindly across the land.
So many hold the words of agreement
in their mouths.
So many hold no space for questions.

I stand afraid as the words mount,
as the armies join one to another
boot to boot.
So many.

But you, Goddess, you know life
as simple.
In its dazzle and turn
Lies the confidence of
remembering.
Nothing is changeless as change.
Nothing.

This is my shield.
This, my ecstasy.
Here is my Goddess, here, the
God who hears me.
Upon Earth do I lay my head.

No thousands can move the
course of life with their strength.
But each heart flaming towards
love can remake the world.

 

—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara