What you sow comes back to thee,
Flower, grain, grass, fruit, and tree,
What you reap be thankful for,
Return a piece and reap some more.
The Lady with her belly full,
The Lord has taken on the bull,
Full of promise… rising hope,
That through the winter we shall cope.
The golden stalks of wheat and corn,
Our hearth and larder do adorn,
Oat and barley from fertile field,
Honored is the gift they yield.
photo by “Hello I am Bruce”
Cakes of Oat,
Ale of Barley,
Bread of Wheat,
Ears of Corn,
To feed the hunger,
To quench the thirst,
From the land,
This harvest first.
What you sow comes back to thee,
Flower, grain, grass, fruit, and tree,
What you reap be thankful for,
Return a piece and reap some more.
Hiya… I quoted the first four lines of your (?) chant in my weblog, as I just came back from the Lughnasadh weekend. I hope it’s ok ?! BB, Liz
Not a problem, Liz… glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for letting me know!
This chant comes from my files… I didn’t write it myself – it was written by a member of a former Pagan group I was involved in, but I cannot even remember who actually wrote it, so I can’t credit it.
In any case it’s a nice chant, and if people get something from it, then all is well.
Thanks for visiting the Crossroads!
Thank you !!
Oh and I’ll keep visiting the Crossroads. I really like it 🙂