Samhain Poem

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By Deborah Hollins

Note:  italics are to indicate the text that is more of a prayer, while the rest is a narrative.


       As the sun God descends his throne
       gives reign over to the crone
       I pray thee sorrow take your leave
       from mine house and me.

       Lord Donn I beseech you
       grant passage to your hall
       the dead spirit's I sustain
       grant passage to them all...

       All within the good earth sleeps
       and gentle Mother does retreat
       to her chamber in the mound
       to rest with the Maiden soft and sound.

       Queen of Spirits I do seek
       a pathway to your Cauldron
       of Rebirth.  I beckon thee
       choose me when all is done...

       The veils between the worlds are thin.
       Hearken to the whispering din
       of honored Ancestors and the Sidhe,
       who bless us with their memory.

       Ancient heroes of mine folk
       the way is clear to mine door.
       Enter and impart to me
       your wisdom, I implore...

       Let the year pass this night
       and with the morrow's dawning light
       may spirit's both alive and dead
       walk in peace in the year ahead.

Samhain 1997

 

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