The Ritual
I stood at the centre
Of a sacred circle
I was afraid, uncertain, unprepared
I didn't know how to act
I asked for peace in all the directions
My voice sounding hollow and unreal to my ears
Then after I asked for peace
I heard four voices
I heard four bards
Singing to me
Four people I did not know
Singing, chanting, cheering
They were saying
Awen
I saw no people
I touched no hands
But I heard these four voices
Singing out awen
Nine times did they sing the awen
And when the last had died away
Into silence
I heard four people
Speak my name
I was afraid, how did they know me?
They bid me not be afraid
That they were the spirits of
The elements
One said
In a voice ethereal as the air
"I am the air
You have my blessing
I love you
And would have you breathe me
In and out
In and out
Relax now
For I am the air."
The next one spoke
In a voice cool and clear
"And I am the water
I would have you drink
From me
So go right ahead
And drink your fill
For I am the water."
Then spoke the next
In a voice strong-willed and yuthful
"I be the fire!
I am strong and hot
But fear ye not
For I can be controlled, molded, shaped
I will not hurt thee
I do only good
I be the fire
Of your will."
And lastly
In a voice soft and somehow sexy
"And I am the Earth
The mother of life
I ask you to come
And sample my fruits."
Then all voices sang
The haunting awen
And I was not afraid
Anymore for I knew
That all of the elements
Would have me with them
In my circle of peace
The elements and I
Would be together
In harmony.
Copyright by Phoenix January 18, 2005.
The story told herein did not actually happen but it would be nice if it did. ;-)
Phoenix

