Fireflies and summer sun
in circles round
we become as one.
Singing songs at magick’s hour
we bring the winds
and timeless powers.
Turning inward, hand in hand
we dance the hearth
to heal the land.
Standing silent, beneath the sky
we catch the fire
from out Pan’s eye.
Swaying breathless, beside the sea
we call the Goddess
so mote it be!
Enjoy your sabbats be they Litha or Yule
Blessed be
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