Thought
At harvest end and winter dark
Twixt equinox and solstice now
Ancient burial mounds proclaim
Beginning of the Celt Samhain
Summer pastures now all spent
Bonfires burn with festive cheer
Opening gates to those worlds
Where spirits roam as smoke curls
Consider now all beings unseen
Ancestral hopes appeased in us
Hospitality shown to kindly kin
Prayer for souls and saints begin
Prayer
O Lord thy infinite grace extends to all beings in all the worlds. May our compassion also infinitely expand to embrace every name and form of Thee.
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