The Great Ripening

Oh sun of the elder sky,

Rise on the fruit of time,

The seeds have sung, the roots have danced,

And now the bloom divine.

The Great Ripening comes,

With fire in the dew,

The stones remember,

The rivers knew.

Children of clay, awaken,

The veil is torn and thin,

The wisdom of the buried stars,

Is rising from within.

Oh Great Ripening, bless our breath,

Our harvest, heart, and flame,

We walk the path of golden light,

And call thee by thy name.