Around the Hearth

As we gather around the hearth
Breathing love from the earth
Watching the Ancient soup froth and bubble above
While our ladle journeys the table
I honour the memory book, and flip to a page
Rites of passage kindle the fires of age
Directions are sought, rich blessings wrought
And the circle is opened, amidst the joyous and broken
May peace be with you, Maid, Mother, Crone
Around the hearth we shall never be alone.