Come To The Sabbath, Samhain




The Wheel has turned and rests on a Sabbath-
A time of true memoriam and free from rage and wrath-
Lead the solemn jig and rest upon a silent path-

The other end of Beltane's light, for Shadows gather here-
Do not depress, do not be still, of darkness have no fear-
Remember now the ones departed, the loved, the missed, the dear-

Deep into the forest go, to a burial ground of gold-
Be weary now, for storm clouds gather, and gails herald cold-
We gather here and now as did we in the times of old-

Burning incense in the evening, gather 'round the fire light-
Chanting out the Wiccan Rede, we'll cast the rune sticks tonight-
We'll carry out the ceremony and preserve the neopagan rite-

To the Gods both high and low, offer up a Raven's feather-
Pushing boundaries of two worlds thin like tattered leather-
Come to the Sabbath, come and see as spirits come together.