CALL OF THE THE GOD
I am the radiant King of the
Heavens, flooding the Earth with warmth and encouraging the hidden seed of
creation to burst forth into manifestation.
I lift my shining spear to light the lives of all beings and daily
pour forth my gold upon the Earth, putting to flight the powers of
darkness.
I
am the master of the beasts wild and free.
I run with the swift stag and soar as a sacred falcon against the
shimmering sky. The ancient
woods and wild places emanate my powers, and the birds of the air sing of
my sanctity.
I
am also the last harvest, offering up grain and fruits beneath the sickle
of time so that all may be nourished.
For, without planting, there can be no harvest; without winter, no
spring.
Worship
me as the thousand-named Sun of creation, the spirit of the horned stag in
the wild; the endless harvest. See
in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth, death and rebirth—and know
that such is the destiny of all creation.
I
am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and rest, and I
send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and strengthen the minds of
all.
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"Wicca, A Guide For The Solitary Practitioner"
by Scott Cunningham
Edited by Galena