Beltane Fires

Song: Beltane Fires
Artist: Gaia Consort
Album: Secret Voices

A health to the mothers of the Merry Begotten
A health to the maiden with the firey eyes
A health to the crone that smiles beside us
On the other side of a Beltane Fire

A health to the sweet rain gently falling
Down upon the Earth so fair
A health to the wind that Gails around us
And feeds the passion of a Beltane Fire

A health to the lovley green-eyed Susan
She whose heart is my desire
And after all the May Pole’s rising
Will you leap with me now o’er a Beltane Fire?

Alternate verse
A health to the acts of love and pleasure
A health to the way the May poles rise
A health to those who bear no children
So those who do come along survive!

Eo! The Maiden and the horned one
Eo! The call to spill the seed
Eo! The stirring of the Cauldron
Eo Evohe!

Eo! The Green Man ever present
Eo! The Raven in the wood
Eo! The kisses ripe for tasting
Eo Evohe!

Eo! The rising of the sleepers
Eo! To hear the Pipe at dawn
Eo! The quickening is here
Eo Evohe!

Eo! The sweet rain gently falling
Eo! The seed deep in the Earth
Eo! I hear my lovers calling
Eo Evohe!

Eo! The lusty summer coming
Eo! The green leaf in the bud
Eo! The wild sap is running
Eo Evohe!

Eo! The musky Piper playing
Eo! The One Who Calls the Dance
Eo! The howling earth is saying
Eo Evohe!


A Plea to the Lord

by Rosemary Ammar

Found at

I woke up on Monday and looked up at the sky
With a pain in my heart and tears in my eyes
I said “Lord, please help me, I don’t know what to do.
I lost my job, I need some help, I have no one but you.”

The Lord looked down upon me with sadness in his eyes.
“The world is in a sorry state and I apologize.
For all the pain it’s caused you, there’s just one thing I’ll say:
“It’s okay to cry my child, but don’t forget to pray.”

I woke up on Tuesday and looked up at the sky
With a pain in my heart and tears in my eyes
I said “Lord please help me, I don’t know what to do.
The food is scarce, the kids are sick, I have no one but you.

The week dragged by thru Saturday and things seemed worse each day.
I remembered what the Lord said: “It’s okay to cry, but pray”
So I cried and prayed, I cried and prayed, with no relief in sight.
And I went to bed exhausted but couldn’t sleep that night.

I woke up on Sunday and looked up at the sky
With pain in my heart and tears in my eyes
I said “Lord I’ve had enough and I’m about to break
I think I might just end it all, for everybody’s sake.”

“I’ve not deserted you my child, I’ve counted every tear
Your burdens, although heavy, are not more than you can bear
Soon the sun will warm your face and make you smile again
So rest a little easier and trust in me till then.”

Then the Lord reached down and held me in his arms
With a gentle hand he wiped my tears and spoke these words so calm
“My child I love you dearly and have heard you pray your best
But there is no crying on Sunday, it is the day of rest.

I’ve heard you cry, I’ve heard you pray and I will not desert you
Your faith in Me will get you through these tragedies that hurt you.
So rest today and worry not and leave the rest to me
If you do that, I can promise you, the best is yet to be.”

Turn Your Face to the Sun

by Maithri Goonetilleke
Found at

Beloved, There are days when nothing seems right.
When every shell you pick up on the winding shore is broken.
When the silken treasure slips through your fingers too quickly.
When comforts are empty. And the world is noise.

On those jagged edged days,
when the wind is screaming for a reason only she understands
and you find yourself all alone…
Turn your face to the sun.

There is goodness in the world,
that even the river of tears cannot erase.
There is love in the world,
that the numbed armies of fear can not destroy.

Sometimes that goodness is everywhere apparent.
It pours from the heart of every moment.
From the light of every smile.

On those soft days, love hides in the eaves
to drop like sweet honey on your forehead
and sings her lilting lullabies in the arms of the winds.

But on some days, Beloved. On days like today….
We need to look, to see.
So turn your face to the sun.
Even when she is nowhere to be seen.

Go inside yourself.
Find a speck, a splinter of beauty to be grateful for.
Yes’, the day has worn you.
And ‘Yes’ our mistakes have been so many.
But say ‘Thank you’ anyway.

Take account of all that is in your possession.
A mind. A heart. A body.
A life that breathes, even if for just one more day.

Now count the eyes that have smiled
at you on your wild journey,
the hands that have held you tenderly,
the ears that have listened,
the prayers that have been made on your behalf.
And whisper your ‘Thank you’ again.

Count the sky that has watched you grow with His painted eyes,
The heaving waves that find their echo in the tides of your breathing,
The little birds that have sung you their songs,
The stars which have been a lamp to your path,
and are your rightful inheritance.

Count unexpected laughter,
Count undeserved grace,
Count Passion and Love making
and Dreams yet to be born,
And bow your head and say ‘thank you’,

Now count the lives who still need your light,
The hungry, the sick, the helpless,
Count the children who will die today
and imagine if with the breath of your body
you could help just one.

Turn your face to the sun,
And know yourself as a child of the light.
You are the Goodness that cannot be extinguished,
The love that burns through the darkest night.

And perhaps, In turning
You will see what i have seen.
That this day where everything seemed wrong was not your curse,
It was your gift.

Your chance to find inside yourself a forgotten ‘thank you’,
To smile in the face of the grim suppressors,
To stand in the heart of the glowering darkness
and turn your face to the sun.