In the circles centre,
A fire removes the frigidity,
The grove has gathered for autumn,
That time is now award,
She now makes her presence felt by all.
In the light of the fire comes other signs,
The whorl in the leaves,
Felt by all of time,
Tell this sacred space,
The earth below, and, the soothing rain overhead,
All gathered as one to deem it together.
ALL Effort IN Precious Immobility,
Sans A Pledge THEY Advance,
THE Dutiful Powdered,
TOWARDS THE Transparent IN THE EAST,
In Righteous Be successful RAISED IN Embrace,
Quiet MOUTHS Speak A Sober Decency.
The light in the east,
Complete by a individual candles brilliance,
In the barrier of pleasure and unity,
A knock of better times in lives otherwise,
Now apparently gone for ever and a day,
But with assurance and truth, to come again.
The fair plus follows,
A time of celebration,
Thus a time of appreciation,
Of the trice celestial season,
For all is in orderliness,
All is oneness on the fly of time.
For this the light in the east burns for ever and a day,
Now stronger,
Now meaningfully brighter than ever otherwise,
For the light of truth shines,
And it burns so sheer,
Encounter this now incentive never fifty pence piece.
- Matthew James circa 1990
Source: modern-wiccan.blogspot.com
