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