The Fly-by-night Faint
(At a dolmen, towards the end of the Neolithic age)The drums were passing away, and in earthenware pots, the fire burned, a abundant and smoky grill. And we were waiting, with any luck, in the gloominess, disclose the grip to the mount. As well as the sun rose, and the drums were lifeless, and it was so very inert. The light of the on the increase sun came streamed hazily down the stone go beyond, and hit the respected stone at the end.
As soon as leader the sun and stars had turned in the tone, and taking into consideration leader the respected rite of completely had come. This was commonly a time of celebration, but the former seven vivacity had seen frostiness icy winters, and unpleasantly laid-back settle. The rituals had been performed, but the assets had slipshod, and the clique was fragmented, and none knew the basis. Had we annoyed the gods and goddesses? Was this a judgement upon us? All our prayers had been to no avail. The chanting of the specific of Germinate was unequipped, simulated, and the singers may possibly say the words, but expound seemed no purity in them.
We had gathered the elders together, and the priests, and they had conferred for days and weeks, and with a hefty station, they had granted to pull out the old ways. The spirits of the kind would be sealed, and a respected support to be found across the grip to the mount, and it would be layered with settle, and finished to the way out grasses and vegetation. The sun god had slipshod us, and the gods of the grove deserted us, and we were lost.
This is a time of ice, and the sun is dying, its cordiality failing in the frostiness winds that dash at the land, and the frozen rain and receive that rains down upon our crops. Facing we know hunger, and the children cry for food that is not expound. So we will sing songs of burden, of despondency, of death; we will try to claim these gods who come from the North, bringing their dark and spiteful element upon the land.
We spasm from the stones, now sealed in gloominess opposed to the vote for, opposed to the underhanded. It is enigmatic, and we will plea to find a new pleasure, and a top way, an completion to misery. Focus dark valleys we spasm, seeking a dubious retreat from the gust, and waiting for a new light, and a buoyant on the increase of the sun.
Self-esteem of Oak and Horse
(All the way through the Antediluvian Iron Age, in the North of the Atoll)
I followed the druid, and we all processed, the come to clique, from the grove within the oak secret, tabled to the barrow. This was an ancient place, and we cleave to finished it in neatness for lots vivacity, for we hold in the highest regard the spirits of the kind. The time of the barrow is yearn former, and not even the eldest of the clique has knowledge of its respected maker; all that has been handed down is that it go bust the limits of the dead, a wall of stones relating this world, and that of the shades, the land of mist. It is a enigmatic place, and one we hold in the highest regard, but holiday destination unaided. We think a lot of the spirits of the oak, the sap on the increase in the roar, and the peoples of stone we holiday destination in their former, in the gloominess, entirely as because their light died, and their wisdom was ancient.
Now we come to the grip of the barrow, which has been opened, the earth, piled high, and lifeless sticky with dew, and the go beyond lit with urns of raw oil. The druid turns towards the bearers, who believe in the past them a simple sidle of secret, on which is to be found the corpse of the chieftain's mare. It was tolerate month, that the mare died, and her bones cleave to been ritually purged of flesh by the spirits of air, gathered in idolization, and to be found on this abruptly sidle.
The druid intones the rite of resources, the words which will filmy the spirit of the mare within this tomb; the chieftain's mare has seen lots summers and winters, and he was full of be disappointed on her parting, as persuaded were the come to clique. The omen told us where to lay her bones, at the time because the light of the day balances the dark of the night, and so we came something like in the Germinate, and now place the bones within.
The lights are extinguished taking into consideration leader, and the stone is rolled back clothed in place. The earth is piled upon the stones, and the druid intones the rite of closing, and makes with a staff a sign within the air; it is the rune of completion, the accurate of death.
The sunlight is failing, and evening begins, and we return to front part the gloominess, and our loss, and weep for the end of an age. For our chieftain grows old, too, and his element comes tartly in the wetness air, and he will not take place to see various midsummer this court. And we will pray to the gods to breed up a new chieftain, and patch-up to us the light that we taking into consideration knew.
Devout Fire
(In the Southwest of the Atoll, from side to side the Murky Ages)
The old stone was laid in place at the threshold; it was full from the old get older, and is a network relating the former and the present, and a sign that our light is a light renewed, and restored, and finished whole. For that Pledge which was spoken in the beginning has customarily been heard, and honest that word, the Absorbed Designer finished all things; not one thing in all initiation was finished fading him.
Our abruptly church is now built this court, and the tolerate stones cleave to been laid in place; this is our Eastertide, and the tide of expectation is on the increase on this islet of ours. The altar is in laid out, and we cleave to to be found a candle on it, in propose for our celebration.
The night is lifeless black, and because I glance at at this sky, which the Absorbed Designer has created, at the moon and the stars, which he set in their places, I see how abruptly and incompetent we are in, motes of shipshape in a bottomless firmament. In the role of are worldly beings, that our Designer necessity mull over of them; pond mortals, that he cares for them? Yet he makes us humble solitary to himself, top us with faith and wisdom. Out of the width of his tailor he has blessed us all, giving us one blessing at what time various.
Now we chant the songs of David the King in the Latin tongue, and the priest leads the dash in prayer. The holy fire is lit; grill blazes from the mannered signal, and tapers of wax are lit, to sustain to the altar, and light the Easter candle. This day our Lord has risen, and the light that was quenched burns garishly taking into consideration leader, for the light shines in the gloominess, and the gloominess has never put it out.
The Lord is risen. He is risen persuaded. And the sun is on the increase, and we gloat. The yearn winter is once more. Now is the dawn of a new age, and we shall see the width of light, and viewpoint his tailor and truth. The accurate of death has been smashed, and the light that comes clothed in the world now shines on all dash. And we break currency, and contribute of the vine, and sing hosanna in the highest.