You may not see the mist swirling around the ground,
Wrapping around your ankles as if to pull you down…
Nor the fog that isn’t fog, cold and brief,
leaping from the earth in joyous grief
You may not see it , or touch it yet
but it is there to be sure, so do not forget:
Say a prayer for your ancestors and passed Kin,
set a meal for them to gather and partake in…
Wine for those spirits who enjoy a spirits drop
Milk and honey, or soup with bread to sop
Candles flame to light their path to and fro
incense to purify and enjoy before they go.
Say the names you know with reverence and respect
and nameless ask forgiveness, that you do not neglect
to honor all kindred, for though some names escape us
we honor them still, for they shaped us, and won’t forsake us.
Before dear Ceres, make certain to bow
And make an offering to her of a sow,
Or gather fruit, flowers, or a handful of wheat
To lay in offering at the Goddess' feet
In gratitude for the boundaries she holds fast
That the shadowed veil continues to last.
Or wear a poppy proudly upon your breast
That she may count you among her blessed...
Dis Pater, Dis Pater, Do not forget Dis Pater!
Say a blessing, and light a flame in his Honor!
A plate of food, a glass of Wine
A hymn and prayer said in honor of the divine.
Let no lip utter, nor mind give the thought
That this day came, and you observed it not.
May you be praised and held in esteem instead
That you fulfilled your oath to your honored dead,
and to the Gods and Goddesses most deserving
you gave praise, and offering, thus preserving
rites that have dimmed, but have not died
and your children may carry this on with pride
that one day your name may be honored as well
when you pass on to where your ancestors dwell.
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