Call of the God
I am the radiant King of the Heavens, flooding
the Earth with warmth and encouraging the hidden seed of creation
to burst forth into manifestation. I lift my shining spear to
light the lives of all beings and daily pour forth my gold upon
the Earth, putting to flight the powers of darkness.
I am the master of the wild beasts wild and free. I run with the
swift stag and soar as a sacred falcon against the shimmering
sky. The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers, and the
birds of the air sing of my sanctity.
I am also the last harvest, offering my fruits beneath the sickle
of time so that all may be nourished. For without planting there
can be no harvest; without winter, no spring.
Worship me as the thousand-named Sun of creation, the spirit of
the horned stag in the wild, the endless harvest. See in the
yearly cycle of the festivals my birth, death and rebirth-and
know that such is the destiny of all creation.
I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun, the giver of peace and
rest, and I send my rays of blessings to warm the hearts and
strengthen the minds of all.