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Readings For Litha

Updated: Jul 15, 2023

Opening Prayer for Litha

by Daria MacGregor

Hail Summer Sun

Riding high in the sky, longest day of the year

And yet a paradox

A tipping point

Light turns to dark, slowly at first, then pouring faster and faster as the wheel turns

So drink in the light

Dance in the light of the fireflies

Under the Cancer Mother's Moon

Revel in the gifts of maidenhood, cavort with your brothers and sisters

For soon it will be harvest time

Harvest of fruit to feed us

Harvest of children to succeed us

Can you feel the womb of the world, growing heavier with life?

Welcome friends, to our Litha celebration.


Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine

The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights

And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,

The foliage of the valleys and the heights.

Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;

The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear;

I am the mother of all dear delights;

I am the fairest daughter of the year.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Wedding Day

written by a fellow One Spirit minister, Rev. Mary Diane Hausman, on the eve of her ordination

A serious, joyful surprise,

my marriage to the Divine.

On a summer’s eve,

as solstice nears

and willows form a bower of green

embracing, supporting,

I take the hand of my sacred Self,

speak the vows of Lover to Beloved.

In this snapshot of time

I am a hologram,

a shard of the ancient yet

eternal Moment.

One shard shows this cheek, another

that eye. But in each piece the whole

of the Holy Me winks from within, as

I become partnered with the One:

the vital Force that bids me

to the bridal bed.

This Moment holds me

beyond time. I repeat the

wordless words of bonding,

kiss my Beloved. Oh!

God in me tastes so sweet.

This moment is my only now.

Complete, unioned,

I Am.



Cauldron of Change

Blossom of Bone

Arc of Eternity

Hole in the Stone


A poem from the Chinook tradition:

We call upon the Earth, our planet home

with its beautiful depths and soaring heights,

Its vitality and abundance of life

And together we ask that it teach us and show us the way

We call upon the mountains, the cascades, and the Olympics

The high green valleys and meadows filled with wild flowers

The snows that never melts

The summits of intense silence

And we ask that they teach us and show us the way

We call upon the waters that ring the Earth horizon to horizon

That flow in our rivers and streams

That fall upon our gardens and fields

And we ask that they teach us and show us the way

We call upon the land that grows our food

The nurturing soil and fertile fields

The abundant gardens and orchards

And we ask that they teach us and show us the way

We call upon the forests, the great trees reaching strongly to the sky

With the Earth in their roots and the heavens in their branches

The fir, and the pine, and the cedar

And we ask that they teach us and show us the way

We call upon the creatures of the fields, and the forests, and the seas

Our brothers and sisters,

the wolves and the deer

The eagle and dove,

The great whales and the dolphins

The beautiful orca and salmon who share our home

And we ask that they teach us and show us the way

We call upon all those who have lived on this Earth

Our ancestors and our friends

Who dreamed the best for future generations

And upon whose lives our lives are built

And with thanksgiving,

We call upon them to teach us and show us the way

And lastly, we call upon all that we hold most sacred

The presence and power of the Great Spirit of love and truth

Which flows through all the Universe

To be with us and teach us and show us the way


To Love Is Not To Possess

by James Kavanaugh

To love is not to possess,

To own or imprison,

Nor to lose one’s self in another.

Love is to join and separate,

To walk alone and together,

To find a laughing freedom

That lonely isolation does not permit.

It is finally to be able

To be who we really are

No longer clinging in childish dependency

Nor docilely living separate lives in silence,

It is to be perfectly one’s self

And perfectly joined in permanent commitment

To another--and to one’s inner self.

Love only endures when it moves like waves,

Receding and returning gently or passionately,

Or moving lovingly like the tide

In the moon’s own predictable harmony,

Because finally, despite a child’s scars

Or an adult’s deepest wounds,

They are openly free to be

Who they really are – and always secretly were,

In the very core of their being

Where true and lasting love can alone abide


William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.



By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

This is, perhaps, the year to learn to be big. Spruce tree big. Cliffside big. Big as mesa, as mountain lake. Big as in cosmos, as in love. Being small has never served me—constricting, contorting, trying to fit into a room, into shoes, into a name. Let this be the year to escape all those little rules with those little shoulds, all those little cages with their little locks. Time to make of myself a key, time to lean into immensity. Time to supersize communion, time to grow beyond self. Time to open, to unwall, to do as the universe does, accelerating as it expands, not rushing toward something else, no, but changing the scale of space itself.


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