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A Feast for the Ancestors

April 18, 2013 by Susan Pesznecker
Color of the day:  Turquoise
Incense of the day:  Clove
 
April 18 is my grandmother's birthday, and I often remember her with a special dinner. Treat your dearly departed to a special evening, featuring a glorious table, a bountiful feast, and this poem:

"A place at the table, a hollowed meal,
The sideboard groans with our repast.
We set a place with favorite foods and wait for the old ones to come at last.
With cauldron filled and candles lit, we revel in the passing hours.
As minutes pass and mists arise, we open to the old ones' powers.
The hours strike, the time is come-
The night falls dark and quiet and still.
A whispered touch, a puff of wind...
The old ones come to work their will.
The leave as softly as they have come, fading back into the veil.
The feast for them, a magick night!
We sit and share the old ones' tales."
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About Susan Pesznecker
Susan “Moonwriter” Pesznecker is a writer, college English teacher, nurse, and hearth Pagan/Druid living in northwestern Oregon. Sue holds a Masters degree in professional writing and loves to read, watch the stars, camp with her wonder poodle, and work in her own biodynamic garden. She ...
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