Poem - Invocation

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Invocation

I am the wind that will sing in the winter
I am the fire that leaps in the night
I am the tears of the babe born at Lammas
I am the bone and the stag on the height

I am the altar laid bare beneath starlight
I am the cauldron filled up to the brim
I am the seed of the sacrificed barley
I am the well where the wise salmon swim

I am the storm that the Hunt rides at Samhain
I am the heart that waits stark for the blade
I am the sickle, the red edge of Autumn
I am the stone where the first fruits are laid

I am the dew that bejewels the heather
I am the yew-stave hid in the ash grove
I am the hawthorn that blossoms at Beltain
I am the oak that the lightning once clove

I am the lord of the hunt and the harvest
I am the warrior slain on the hill
I am the barley cake broken at sunrise
I am the mead and the horn it will fill

I am the lintel that wards the north window
I am the hearthstone set firm in the floor
I am the pillar that upholds the roof-tree
I am the iron that latches the door

I am the coal kept alight in the ashes
I am the harp string that sounds in the hall
I am the mistletoe gathered at Yule-tide
I am the banner that flies over all

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JGT, All Hallows, 2008

Thanks are due to auberus for hand-holding & sanity-checking. Thanks are also due the fire-dancers at the Tucson Celtic Festival this evening for providing the inital spark in the power of their ritual and the rythmn of one of the songs.