Communion

(in the Realm of Gloriana, VI)

And are you now awakened, then?
Arisen from your sylvan slumber
As the faire draws to a close,
And the tapestry unravels --
Come, friend, and take my hand --
We are all kindred here,
The children of One Mother;
By her we are born, and in her we do rest
At last,
To rise again when she would draw us forth.
Come, friend, and join our circle
As we mourn the end of revel.

Give the Green Man of the goblet his due honor;
Let the land drink of our spirits
As we hallow it in memory --
Let the Vision with us evermore remain.
We are kindred, thee and me,
By a blood of sacred substance of ourselves --
Drawn and commingled
And returned.

Go we may into the wide world
But our memories are with us,
And the magic is within us,
As the marrow to the bone.