Thursday, November 04, 2021

Throwback Thursday: Blessed Be Again

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Blessed Be Again

Upon a dark and windy hill,
On Samhains’ eldritch night
I saw the Crone with withered hands
By balefires burning light
Her eyes were full of wisdom,
The threads of life She span
And sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

As I walked out on Yuletide,
The winter winds blew cold
I saw the Winter King a-standing,
Grey and grim and old
His cloak was pulled around Him,
A child was in His hand
And He sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Upon the morn of Bridgit’s Day,
I saw a lovely sight,
The Goddess standing by me
All crowned in starry light
The crescent moon beneath Her feet,
The stars were in Her hand
She sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Upon the first of April,
I saw the Holy Fool
He was a merry prankster
The Lord of all Misrule!
He looked at me and winked an eye
And danced and sang and then
He sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Ostara came with blossoms,
Life flourished everywhere
I saw the Mother smiling,
With flowers in Her hair
She stood among the growing fields,
In heather and in glen
And sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

As I walked out one May morning,
‘Twas on the blooming heather
I saw a Maiden dancing there
In fair and sunny weather,
The Beltane fires were burning high
The dancers round did spin
They sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Upon Midsummer’s heady day,
I saw John Barleycorn
Walking proud and tall there
In the sunny, shining morn
His beard was long and golden,
He looked at me and then
He sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Upon a singing Summer day,
At dawn on Lammastide
I saw the Craftsman smiling
On sunbeams he did ride
He brings us light and knowledge,
To help our fellow men
He sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

Upon a chilly autumn day,
All sheltered from the storm
I saw the Harvest safe at home
The families snug and warm
They sat and gave their thanks
And laughed and smiled and then,
They sang, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

The Spiral Dance goes on and on,
The King and Youth and Child
The Gentle Mother, Aged Crone
And Maiden meek and mild,
And so the yearly circle
Turns in eternal spin
So sing, “Blessed Be and Blessed Be
And Blessed Be again!”

-Joe Bethancourt

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