or Wiccan or Pagan or whatever the PC term is today.
I practice a belief that has but one rule, “Do No harm”, and no hierarchy. We are like any other religion in that we wish to practice our rituals in peace.
This Sunday and through to Monday is the celebration of the last harvest. It is like the New Year. During the night we will light fires indoors and out, where possible, candles if not. We will prepare great meals and drink cider and wine. We will remember our ancestors and those who have passed to the other side of the veil. We will celebrate Life and the turning of the wheel.
Even atheists come to our gatherings on this night. You don’t have to believe in a god to believe in “Doing No Harm”
Blessed Be The Wheel Turns
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
Dancing ’til the next sunrise.CHORUS:
I can see the lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All…All Souls Night.Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high
The Green Knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the Old Year passes by.CHORUS
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides
Figures dance around and around
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Moving to the pagan sound.Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that branches out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.
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