Pertaining to the Craft Tarot Death Contact Home


Candle Candle

Funeral

That which came from the earth
Has returned to the earth.

That which belonged to the spirit
Has returned to the Ancient Ones.

The wheel turns.

That which belongs to fellowship and love —
That which belongs to the circle —
Remains with us.

Nothing is final.

No farewell is the last farewell.
The wheel turns
And we who remain behind
Know that one day we will once again
Share the bread and wine with our brother.
~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~
The Island of the West
(by Starhawk)
The ship is on the shoreline,
The crossing it is near,
The time has come to say goodbye
To all who loved you here.
Give back your body to the earth
Like a child to its mother's breast,
And may you then grow young again,
On the Island of the West.

Lay down, lay down your burdens,
Lay down your treasures too.
The love you gave and gathered
Is all you'll take with you.
But know to me your memory
Will evermore be blessed,
And may you then grow young again,
On the Island of the West.

They say there is an orchard
Across the farthest sea,
Where fruit and bud and blossom
Grow together on the tree.
The hurt will there find healing,
The weary there find rest,
And may you then grow young again
On the Island of the West.
Embrace the Change
(by Starhawk)
All that ever was exists now
In the living body of the being
We call Universe, Goddess.
She breathes in ...
We are born.
She breathes out ...
We die.
But birth and death are on the same wheel
Which is always turning,
Like the tide
Or the changes of the moon.
We become ancestors,
The unborn,
The newborn,
The guardians of those to come.

Cherish the turning,
The letting go and the bringing forth,
Decay and growth,
Life and death.
All points on the wheel are sacred.
Embrace the change.

      — from The Pagan Book of Living and Dying by Starhawk


Pertaining to the Craft Tarot Death Contact Home