I am the radiant King of the Heavens, flooding the Earth with
warmth and encouraging the hidden seed of creation to burst forth into
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
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.