Beltane

By Frater Valak

Circle joins for ritual;
Take to chant, habitual.
Set the pace, the time is near,
Centred spirits, mind is clear.
Stately pacing,
Hearts are racing.
Voices calling,
Rising, falling.

Eyes are filled with joyful tears,
Song eradicates our fears.
Visions flood and doubt dost waver
With the precious sights we savour.
Dashing, daring,
Saving, sharing,
Chanting, canting,
Raving, ranting.

Hooves be crashing thunder loud,
Circling wild before a crowd.
Ecstacy the drummers beat
In the blazing sage-fire’s heat.
Tramping, stomping,
Routing, romping,
Dancing, running –
Mighty; cunning.

Children shouting out in glee.
Echoes call in nighttime’s sea.
Man and woman roust in dark
Underneath the moon so stark.
Fleet-foot, prancing,
Carefree dancing,
Satyrs roaming
Through the gloaming.

Through the e’en the seeds we sow
In the womb of earth to grow
Rise to age of generation,
Understanding procreation.
Feeling, burning,
Living, learning,
Seeing, hearing,
Love endearing.

As we burn our dead remember
Life begot by burning ember.
Daylight comes – we rise to meet
The sun to take its rightful seat.
Dawn birds flying,
Bonfire dying,
Spirits soaring
High this morning.

Happy Beltane!!!