from A Pagan Ritual Prayer Book by Ceisiwr Serith:
★With the sun’s fire at its highest point I immerse myself in water,
at the beginning of the month of the crab.
★Long have you grown,
strong, and hard, and true,
reaching up from the dark Below until your branch-fingers grasped the sun:
You, reaching You,
strength holding brightness,
standing in unsullied glory.
Roots snake deep into the darkness.
You spread these too, just as your branches;
those seen, these hidden;
those fed, and these feeding;
You basing your body on the Below.
Your branches reach up, pulling your body with them,
the roots reach down, pulling on your body as well.
It is time.
Standing in Your glory, the branches and the sun,
can you feel the pull downward?
The Dark has its turn.
You needed the darkness to feed your light, but nothing is free.
It is time to pay, to fill the hungry darkness,
that pulls you down into death.
A true king does not go on the journey into darkness alone;
he must be accompanied by an honor guard.
This is yours, Oak King:
You go with the Four,
You go with the Five.
I give them their marching orders:
Air, when he is in the great emptiness, be his breath.
Fire, when he is in the great cold, be his warmth.
Water, when he is in the great dryness, be his moisture.
Earth, when he is in the great stillness, be his sustenance.
And you, Spirit, when he is in the great death, be his life.
Stand around in protection, you Four,
protecting the body of the Oak King until the expected time of growing.
Dwell within, Spirit, protecting his life until the expected time of growing:
in the time of fading away, do not let him forget.
These are your orders, you Four, you Five.
You may sink into the darkness,
Oak with the Sun in Your Branches,
with your honor guard about you.
★Stand still just a moment in the sky, Sun.
Tarry just a moment in the heavens, King.
Wait just a while on the horizon, Lord.
Stay awhile in balance with dark before the tide turns toward it,
and receive my offering.
A lord without a throne is still a lord.
A king without a crown is yet a king.
And a sun, even in the time of the year when He is absent from the sky more than he is in it, is ever a Sun,
and deserves my honor.
Welcome and dear Sun, Lord and King, know this:
through the dark half of the year you will never want for worship.
I shall give you deserved gifts.
I shall praise your magnificence.
And I shall pour out heart, words, and deeds in continuing worship.
★Stop for a moment, Sun, your burning and turningwheel’s rolling.
Stop to smile down with love and approval on the Earth spread broad beneath you.
Smile as you have done since Her birth, billions of years ago, when She formed from the random tumbling rocks, floating in your gravitational field;
floating, disorganized, until they joined together through their own gravitational field,
until they formed Her, on whom we stand today, looking up at you smiling in the sky.
When she was formed, burning and turning wheel, your loving gaze on Her brought forth life from the dead rock and barren dust,
life that changed, that evolved into the vast numbers of living things spread out across Her,
all tracing their lives back to that one common Ancestor whose birth you conceived with your rays.A
nd one of those species is our own, this member of which stands here today, looking up at you, smiling down on us, we standing here on this longest day.
Stop for a moment, your wheel that burns, that turns; stop your rolling,
and stand with us, smiling down on those who smile up at you.