CALL OF THE GOD
By Scott Cunningham
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 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 up
grain and
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 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.
