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


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Posted: 17-Oct-2011, 05:13 PM
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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
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Beautiful. Thank you.


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


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This is along the Pagan Sabbat of Halloween called Samhain.
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Samhain
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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.
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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. biggrin.gif my ignorance stands before me! Beautiful poetry! Thanks for sharing!
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