The Magickal Pen

I stand in a fragrant field
Bursting with Summer flowers
The heat of Father Sun pours
Down freely offering its gifts
Of sustaining powerful Light.

I stand in the pause of time
That has witnessed the seeding
Of Potential and the union of
Consummate creative action.

I stand at the crossroads of my
Path’s purpose ready to bloom
Fully in the light of day and
Fold inward as darkness falls
Sheltering what has endured
The full force of brilliant Light.

Golden blazing orb descends
Molten liquid red and orange
Shifting its palette as it sinks
Deeply into its space of rekindling.

And as the light of sunset retreats
The darkness moves in shadow
Drawing all thoughts inward
Blanketing me with the mantle
Of creation’s self-reflection.

The waning of the Light has begun
And with its advent comes the promise
Of Divine light burning brightly within
The cavernous space of Self I will walk
As the Hermit issues silent invitation.

Please enjoy the accompanying article and ritual:
Blessings of the Summer Solstice