You are the Peace

(celtic oral tradition – 1st millennium)

You are the peace of all things calm
You are the place to hide from harm
You are the light that shines in dark
You are the heart’s eternal spark
You are the door that’s open wide
You are the guest who waits inside
You are the stranger at the door
You are the calling of the poor
You are my Lord and with me still
You are my love, keep me from ill
You are the light, the truth, the way
You are my Saviour this very day.

NOTES:

http://www.faithandworship.com/Celtic_Blessings_and_Prayers.htm

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God to Enfold me

(Ancient celtic oral traditions – carmina gadelica)

God to enfold me,
God to surround me,
God in my speaking,
God in my thinking.

God in my sleeping,
God in my waking,
God in my watching,
God in my hoping.

God in my life,
God in my lips,
God in my soul,
God in my heart.

God in my sufficing,
God in my slumber,
God in mine ever-living soul,
God in mine eternity.

NOTES:

http://www.faithandworship.com/Celtic_Blessings_and_Prayers.htm

 

Song of Amergin

As you say each line of the Song of Amergin, stop to reflect on what it means in the natural world, and how it applies to you.

I am the wind across a deep wide lake. 

I am the wave over the endless sea.

I am the stag of seven tines, racing through the woods.

I am the eagle in the afire, flying above the rocks.

I am a flash of light from the sun above, bringing heat to those below.

I am the blooming plants, bringing the sustenance and beauty.

I am a wild board, powerful and strong.

I am the salmon in the water, swimming endlessly upstream. 

I am the hill where poets stroll for inspiration. 

I am the head of the spear that draws blood in battle. 

I am the god that puts fire in the head and honor in the heart. 

 

Take time to reflect on each of these thoughts. How do they apply to you and your place in the natural world?

Stretch your arms, and take in a deep breath. If you’ve been sitting, stand up.  This is a warrior’s song and to really feel it’s power, you should be on your feet facing the sky.  These last few lines can be shouted at the top of your lungs if you feel like it.

Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills? 

Who can tell the ages of the moon? 

Who can tell the place where the sun rests? 

Thing about the answers to these questions. How do they apply to you and your everyday life? How do they apply to your spiritual journey?

Take a few more minutes to think, and when you are ready, begin your trek home.

The Lord’s Prayer

Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.
Amen.

(Anglican Book of Common Prayer, 1662).

Hymn to Herne

Song: Hymn To Herne
Artist: S. J. Tucker
Album: Blessings

You can say your prayers
Work your rites
Burn your little candles
Day and night

You can shimmy till dawn
To the pounding drums
But you best be ready
When the Horned One comes, yeah

If you wake to the sound
Of a hunting horn
dance a ring
In the gathering storm

If the Solstice time gets
Your panties in a wad
It’s just the coming
Of the Horned God

He will call you out
Make you sweat
Give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget

So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

Hunter who tracks
Outside of time
Guardian lord
Of ancient rhyme

Brother stag
In the musky glen
And consort of the Goddess
In her woodland den

We call you forth
As we make our way
Walking in your power
Every day

Guide us true
In our hunt this night
and maybe even later
In the Great Rite

He will call you out
Make you sweat
Give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget

So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

If you wake to the sound
Of a hunting horn

Dance a ring in
The gathering storm

Revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run

But you’d best be ready
Little one
You’d best be ready
When the Horned One comes

He will call you out
Make you sweat,
give you a blessing
That you’ll never forget

So revel in the chase
And let your heartbeat run
Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

Blessed are the children
Of the Horned One

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