BELTANE BLESSINGS

As Cross Quarters Come Again

The well wide open,

As the Ancestors rise,

Hawthorn in blossom,

Touching the skies,

As cross quarters come again.

The Dead are among us,

To guide and to listen,

The Earth is awakened,

The Sun shines and glistens,

As cross quarters come again.

Regardless of season,

Ignoring the weather,

All standing in circles,

We all join together.

As cross quarters come again.

It’s often forgotten,

In a meandering way,

That the Dead buttress the base,

Of the Bilé today.

As cross quarters come again.

The sky, sea, and land,

Be it May or November,

Beltaine and Samhain,

All journey together;

One welcomes the Sun,

One honours the Dead,

All turn round the Sun,

All journey together;

The Dead join us now,

As the veil is lifted,

The bile stands tall,

And fecundity gifted,

As cross quarters come again.

-Jean ((Drum) Pagano

Beltaine/Samhain 2024