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The Mabon Song
Oh, Lord, as You weary, Your daily trip shortens,
The shadows grow longer and low to the Earth.
We bid you sweet rest and renewing deep slumber
Until that bright day when we hail Your rebirth.
Journey long, journey slow, in the rich realms below,
While we find our rest and our peace, and are blessed,
By growing more wholey more holy more whole.
By growing more wholey more holy more whole.
Before we turn inward, we gather Your bounty
To nourish ourselves while all growth is within.
And dream through the Dark to make seeds for the projects
We'll faithfully plant at the coming of Spring.
Journey long, journey slow, in the rich realms below,
While we find our rest and our peace, and are blessed,
By growing more wholey more holy more whole.
By growing more wholey more holy more whole.
© Willowsong
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