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Posted by: CelticRadio 15-Oct-2011, 10:40 PM

Hymn to the Forest Gods (The Druids’ Song) Come to the forest at the throne of the sky through the pathways of nature where the star-gods fly. Open your hearts to the songs of the trees. Open your souls to the sonnet of the lees. Come to the grove where our ancestors sleep. Come to the cove where flower-maidens reap the harvest of heaven, the fruit of perception; where the sun forever dances in the dream of his season. Come to the brake of the wolf and the lion. Come to the keep of the princes of Orion. Upon the hearth of the cosmic fire the flames of our mass will sing forever. Now is the time of the oak and the willow. Now is the hour of the hawk and the sparrow. The gods of the forest encircle us here among the holts for our hallowed new year. (lyrics by John Marshall – music by Barbara Gallagher) ©1992 John Marshall – Barbara Gallagher Hallows Veils of nature, wound about the wisps of night, Parted with an ancient tongue Almost forgotten In the caves and groves of a venerable time, To gather about the fires and hearths of an evening star, To rhyme their spectral music With cadences of the heart, To dream their dream Of trees and lakes and waterfalls; Dances at dusk, Whirled by the feet of circular spirits, Embers of laughter, Hurled to the heavens to emulate the sun; Blythe waltzing wings, Spread against the rays of sunset, Come now into the choreography of our minds. Bonfires on the border; The harvest of field and meadow, Sky-bread, earth-broth, Eaten with an oath to light, to souls, To truth; Tribes of the mounds, Gathered on the hills, Holding hands beneath the moon, Hymns to the heroes, Sylvan songs, Swirling like incense below the Milky Way, New Year’s Day to the dwellers in the mist. © 2001 John M. Marshall HYMN TO THE FOREST GODS (The Druids’ Song - Slightly Different) Come to the forest at the throne of the sky through the pathways of nature where the star-gods fly. Open your hearts to the songs of the trees. Open your souls to the ancient mysteries. Come to the grove where our ancestors sleep. Come to the cove where flower-maidens reap the harvest of heaven, the fruit of perception; where the sun forever dances in the dream of his season. Come to the brake of the wolf and the lion. Come to the keep of the princes of Orion. Upon the hearth of the cosmic fire the flames of our mass will sing like a choir. Now is the time of the oak and the willow. Now is the hour of the hawk and the sparrow. The gods of the forest encircle us here the spirits of Samhain, our sacred new year. (lyrics by John Marshall – music by Barbara Gallagher) ©1992 John Marshall – Barbara Gallagher

Posted by: CelticRadio 17-Oct-2011, 05:13 PM

Spectre’s Song Go up to the room at the head of the night, up the stairway of shadows to the crypt of light. Open the door to the spectral tomb, where bats emerge from their midnight womb. Go up to the room where the summer rain sleeps. Go up to the room where the harpsichord weeps. Take with you a doll from a child’s vernal years; a vial of the essence of a widow’s tears. Go up to the room of the raven’s treasure, where the wind forever dreams of a blackbird’s feather. Open the bays to the zephyr’s breath. Whirl to the waves of its celestial dance. Go up to the room where the wolf pack wails, to the star-swept vault where the eagle sails. Take with you a psalm for the creatures that sing, adoration in tongues to the spirits of the wing. Go up to the room of the hazel and the willow, to the haven of the asp and the den of the armadillo. Pray to the heavens and plead to the earth, from darkness may come the sun’s rebirth. © 1984 John M. Marshall

Posted by: Eimhir 05-Nov-2011, 01:16 AM

Beautiful. Thank you.

Posted by: Séreméla 13-Oct-2013, 01:50 AM

That's lovely CelticRadio. I love them! Add more!

Posted by: Séreméla 13-Oct-2013, 01:53 AM

This is along the Pagan Sabbat of Halloween called Samhain. ------------------------- Samhain ------------------------- The sun peaking from behind a lonely cloud Colourful leaves create an autumn shroud Pumpkins perched on porches Candles burning bright Woodstoves keeping us warm as, we snuggle in each night The feeling that grows with each passing day Vail's growing thin Magick growing stronger The nights growing longer Waiting with great anticipation Its time for a Samhain celebration.

Posted by: Dourinks 18-Aug-2016, 06:54 PM

QUOTE (CelticRadio @ 15-Oct-2011, 11:40 PM) Hymn to the Forest Gods (The Druids’ Song) Come to the forest at the throne of the sky through the pathways of nature where the star-gods fly. Open your hearts to the songs of the trees. Open your souls to the sonnet of the lees. Come to the grove where our ancestors sleep. Come to the cove where flower-maidens reap the harvest of heaven, the fruit of perception; where the sun forever dances in the dream of his season. Come to the brake of the wolf and the lion. Come to the keep of the princes of Orion. Upon the hearth of the cosmic fire the flames of our mass will sing forever. Now is the time of the oak and the willow. Now is the hour of the hawk and the sparrow. The gods of the forest encircle us here among the holts for our hallowed new year. (lyrics by John Marshall – music by Barbara Gallagher) ©1992 John Marshall – Barbara Gallagher Hallows Veils of nature, wound about the wisps of night, Parted with an ancient tongue Almost forgotten In the caves and groves of a venerable time, To gather about the fires and hearths of an evening star, To rhyme their spectral music With cadences of the heart, To dream their dream Of trees and lakes and waterfalls; Dances at dusk, Whirled by the feet of circular spirits, Embers of laughter, Hurled to the heavens to emulate the sun; Blythe waltzing wings, Spread against the rays of sunset, Come now into the choreography of our minds. Bonfires on the border; The harvest of field and meadow, Sky-bread, earth-broth, Eaten with an oath to light, to souls, To truth; Tribes of the mounds, Gathered on the hills, Holding hands beneath the moon, Hymns to the heroes, Sylvan songs, Swirling like incense below the Milky Way, New Year’s Day to the dwellers in the mist. © 2001 John M. Marshall HYMN TO THE FOREST GODS (The Druids’ Song - Slightly Different) Come to the forest at the throne of the sky through the pathways of nature where the star-gods fly. Open your hearts to the songs of the trees. Open your souls to the ancient mysteries. Come to the grove where our ancestors sleep. Come to the cove where flower-maidens reap the harvest of heaven, the fruit of perception; where the sun forever dances in the dream of his season. Come to the brake of the wolf and the lion. Come to the keep of the princes of Orion. Upon the hearth of the cosmic fire the flames of our mass will sing like a choir. Now is the time of the oak and the willow. Now is the hour of the hawk and the sparrow. The gods of the forest encircle us here the spirits of Samhain, our sacred new year. (lyrics by John Marshall – music by Barbara Gallagher) ©1992 John Marshall – Barbara Gallagher let me think a little may come up with something.. would love one of your personalized tags. my ignorance stands before me! Beautiful poetry! Thanks for sharing!

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