Of colors red and gold.
A time to gather and reap
The fruit from the seeds we sowed.
We honor the spirit of all living things.
We give them our blessings for gifts we’ve received.
Bless the trees felled for shelter,
Bless the food which once breathed.
Remind us, Oh Spirit, lest we forget,
To take no life lightly,
We all have a debt
In this eternal circle of life into death.
Each beginning has an ending.
Then it circles full round.
The Oak King dies,
Thus the Holly King is crowned.
Light and dark balanced on a sheaf of wheat,
As the last grain signals the harvest complete.
Spirit, bring your perfect love to our rite,
That we may always keep balance firmly in sight.