| Pagan Prayers, Poems And Chants |
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| Pagan Baby Song Hush little baby don't you squall Momma's gonna buy you a crystal ball And if you still can't see beyond Momma's gonna buy you a magic wand And if that wand wont change your fate Momma's gonna teach you to levitate And if the astral makes you sick Mamma's gonna buy you an incense stick And if that patchouli smells rank Mamma's gonna buy you a sensory deprivation tank And if that tank don't float your bones Mamm'a gonna buy you come precious stones And if those gems don't ease your heart Momma's gonna buy you a natal chart And if your planets go beserk Momma's gonna buy you some bodywork And if you aura still needs kneading Momma's gonna buy you a past life reading And if your destiny stays hid Momma's gonna buy you a pyramid And if your chakras still feel stressed Momma's gonna take you on a vision quest And if power animals don't come to charm ya Sorry kid, it's just your karma. |
| For Good Let my eyes see only beauty Let me witness honesty Let my ears hear the truth Let my very breath of life be for good Let my mouth utter truth and kindness Let my life be lived for good Let my life energy be used for good Let my body remain healthy So I may grow spiritually Let my hands work for good Let my feet walk in the way of growth Ceridwen, Goddess of the Celts Witness my intent to commit my life to growth and good Reqognize my mistakes as a part of learning Guide me in the way I should go and shield me against negativity So let it be By: Selena Fox |
| To The Rose Upon The Road Of Time Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days! Come near me, while O sing the ancient ways: Cuhoollin battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, gray, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed, Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold; And thine own sadness, whereof stars, grown old In dancing silver sandalled on the sea, Sing in their high and lonely melody, Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all foor foolish things that live a day, Eternal Beauty wandering on her way. Come near, come near, come near - Ah, leave me still A little space for the rose-breath to fill! Lest I no more hear common things that crave; The weak worm hiding down in it's small cave, The field mouse running by me in the grass, And heavy mortal hopes that toil and pass; But seek alone to hear the strange things said By God to the bright hearts to those long dead, And learn to chant a tongue men do not know Come near; I would, before my time to go, Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days By: W.B. Yeats |
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| The Ancient Wisdon - Olde Welsh Prose He who knows the ways of the beast and birds, Who can distinguish them by sound and cry, Who knows the bright quicksilver life in streams, The courses that the stars take in the sky, May never had laid hands on books, yet he, Is sharing winsdom with infinity... He who works with sensitive deft hands At any woodcraft, will absorb the rain, The sunlight and the starlight and the dew, That entered in the making of it's grain; He should grown tall and straight and clean and good, Who daily breaths the essence of wood, He who finds companionship in rocks, And comfort in the touch of vine and leaf, Who climbs a hill for joy, and shouts a song Wo loves the feel of wing, will know no grief; No lonliness that ever grows too great; For he will never be quite desolate... He shares, who in companioned long with these, All ancient wisdom and philosophies. |
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| A chant to be said while watching the sun set: O hail, fair sun Ruler of day Rise in the morn To light my way A chant to be said while gazing at the moon: O hail, fair moon Ruler of night Guard me and mine Until the light |
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| When I Am Dead My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. By: Christina Rossetti (Song) |
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