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Readings For Lammas / Lughnasadh

Opening Prayer for Lammas

by Daria MacGregor


In our hunger

She feeds us

Nourishing with her body

The ever giving earth

Fields of barley

Golden grains

Bread of life

Sacred bread for the sacred feast

We are her body and her life

 

From The Prophet, On Eating and Drinking

by Kahlil Gibran


And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,

Your seeds shall live in my body,

And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,

And your fragrance shall be my breath,

And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

 

Hymn To The Goddess Pomona

by Daria MacGregor

I am Pomona, Goddess of Joy

Abundant harvest is mine. I care for the fruit trees, clipping and pruning so that they may flower and fruit most bountifully.

And I Myself am the fruit, the apple, the life-giver, the flesh which holds the embodiment of the seeds planted in the past; the nourishment of the present; and the hope of the future. I am the Spring Maiden and the Wise Crone; I am the life giver and the devourer of life.

Look to Me to guard your fragile fields, for the trees still hold their bounty from you, just out of reach, though you see the tantalizing fruits before you.

Patience! My fruit will fall into your mouths, juicy and sweet and ripe, at just the right moment. And then you shall truly know Joy!

Fear not, my children, all shall come to fruition in the fullness and grace of perfect timing

As summer turns to fall, we welcome you, Pomona; we welcome the promise of abundant harvest, we welcome the riches to come, which will sustain us through the autumn and winter, til spring comes again.

 

Prayer for Lammas

by Daria MacGregor


O Lady of the Crossroads

Of the unfolding path

She who leads and She who follows, the turning of the Wheel,

corkscrewing up and drilling down;

either way, leading us on the path, step by step

She is ever before us and ever behind us

True love of mine

To love life we must love death, and honor grief and loss,

trusting that with each step on the path there are gifts

When we step into the spiral of life we also step into the spiral of sorrow

Where there is dark, She swears that there will be Light

The Sun will rise again

The dazzling darkness sustains My children

And I will be with you ever...even when things seem impossible.

Between the salt water and the sea strand, there shall you find Me.

If you have eyes to see and ears to hear... Sssshhhh... Listen... take My hand...

 

A series of poems on Patience and Curiosity


Patience

by Diangelo Tyler

Patience is the deep breath you take when you just can’t take it anymore

It’s the rhythmic beating of your heart when you are around someone you adore

Patience is not settling for anything less than your goals

Patience is a standoff between your mind body and soul

Patience is that calming feeling you get when you come off the ultimate high

Patience is the warm feeling you get from staring at the clear blue sky, smelling The spring rain, listening to the

birds chirp, watching them fly by

Patience is a virtue this is true

Patience is the way the person who truly loves you feels about you.

 

patience

by Amber S


patience, i thought i understood.

your heavy weight on my shoulders is supposed

to teach me a lesson.

your repeated whispers are supposed

to comfort me and calm me down.

but i am about ready to throw you out the window.

i have been with you patience,

since the day i was born.

you cradled me in your arms

raising me, teaching me.

when the yelling and beating started,

you would shield my eyes

playing a lullaby until i fell asleep….

…..patience, your lessons are complete *******

 

C U R I O S I T Y ( D O E S N ‘ T ) K I L L

by Angie Wu


I traveled far and wide

Left my terrible home

Where the remarks left are so snide

And I felt so, so alone.

‘Those who climb the mountain

Never ever return.’

Well, too bad then,

I guess I’ll let myself burn.

But I didn’t suffer death

Instead I felt freedom.

Tripped and fell, lost my breath

And found a flower-filled prison.

How my life is so ironic

That I escaped a prison

Only to fall right back

Into a cage slightly different.

‘Curiosity killed the cat’

That’s what they always say

‘But satisfaction brought it back’

A message they hide away.

What sane person

With a normal head

Climbs a mountain, known

As where people end up dead?

Maybe I’m not sane, no bets,

Just the slightest bit crazy.

But I have no regrets

In the end, I just want to be happy.

Satisfaction

Brought me back.

 

SOMETIMES

by David Whyte


Sometimes

if you move carefully

through the forest

breathing

like the ones

in the old stories

who could cross

a shimmering bed of dry leaves

without a sound,

you come

to a place

whose only task

is to trouble you

with tiny

but frightening requests

conceived out of nowhere

but in this place

beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what

you are doing right now,

and

to stop what you

are becoming

while you do it,

questions

that can make

or unmake

a life,

questions

that have patiently

waited for you,

questions

that have no right

to go away.

 

How Would You Live Then?

by Mary Oliver


What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks flew in circles around your head?

What if the mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor?

What if the bees filled your walls with honey and all you needed to do was ask them and they would fill the bowl?

What if the brook slid downhill just past your bedroom window so you could listen

to its slow prayers as you fell asleep?

What if the stars began to shout their names, or to run this way and that way above the clouds?

What if you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves began to rustle, and a bird cheerfully sang from its painted branches?

What if you suddenly saw that the silver of water was brighter than the silver of money?

What if you finally saw that the sunflowers, turning toward the sun all day

and every day – who knows how, but they do it – were more precious, more meaningful than gold?


 

Closing Blessing for Lammas

by Daria MacGregor


As summer turns to fall, may Her abundance overflow and nourish us.

May we never hunger, never thirst,

but live and love in Her overflowing cornucopia and Cup.

May we know the blessing of calm, of being present with what IS,

of taking each next step on our paths,

in perfect trust and infinite love.

May we delight in the wonder of Her unfolding creation:

this earth and all its terrible and beautiful gifts.

May we find the joy inherent in every moment,

for even in the challenging times, there is always joy.

May we feel Her grace surrounding us, where the salt water meets the sea strand,

and all the spaces in between.

Let us, who share the circle of celebration today,

be renewed in our commitments to one another.

Let us live each day with love in our thoughts,

love in our words, love in our deeds, and love in our hearts for all.

Blessed Be








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