Blessing Rite

They gather together
under the sliver of moon
that marks the sixth night
since it was dark

Three times three
The rite is begun

They light a hearth flame
They make their offerings
They greet the unseen beings
who bless them with great presence

They hang ribbons of three colors
on the blooming tree
One for the King
One for the Queen
One for the Beings of the Land

The blessings are assured

They thank those beings present
and return and scatter
unused offerings
to the Source

Three times three
The rite is ended