Lughnasadh prayer.

Lord of light,

Lady of love

The wheel turns ever according to thy will.

For the ripened grain and fragrant herb of the field

We praise thee and give thanks.

For the blessings of thy earth and bounty of thy yield

We offer up our grace.

Sun-king, warm us in thy final days

As the bitter voice of winter calls

And we wend our way unto the grave.

Fill these waiting hallowed halls

With love to light this maze

Lead us through this thorn torn way

Away from the garden of pain

And bring us again unto that place,

Where our laughing kindred wait

Our smiles upon their face

That we may share with them again

Your immortal divine embrace

Lord of light,

Lady of love

The wheel turns ever according to thy will.

For the ripened grain and fragrant herb of the field

We praise thee and give thanks.

For the blessings of thy earth and bounty of thy yield

We offer up our grace.