Sabbats

A Yule Invocation

Morning light will flood the chamber
--winter solstice sun.
Energy unfolding,
Saturn's rule has just begun.
Crystals formed of ice and frost
freeze field and forest green.
While Mighty Oak and Holly
fight for favours from the Queen.
The Great Wheel brings conception,
birth, and death as days of yore.
Each bonfire on a leyline
honours what has gone before.
Seven planets, seven spheres,
seven gates swing open.
I lift my arms and call the charge
the incantation spoken!
I conjure water spirits,
pour forth the sacred winds
come hither, O great fire!
The magick now begins!
Solar vapours, starry heavens
clouds and earth and waves
unite in your perfection
on this shortest solstice day!
I hold the key of secrets
and the phantoms will avail
the crossroads shimmer open
as the rod connects to grail.
Seven planets, seven spheres,
seven gates swing open.
I lift my arms and call the charge
the incantation spoken!
Beribboned Yule logs burning
each spark a blessing brings.
Red and green, the sacred blood
of past and future kings.
Mistletoe and bayberry,
winter's leaves and resin.
Spice and myrrh and evergreen
connect the Earth to heaven.
Through scented smoke and sacred prayer
I manifest good will.
Bring peace and joy to hearth and home
and every wish fulfill.
Seven planets, seven spheres,
seven gates swing open.
I lift my arms and call the charge
the incantation spoken!