A Poem for the Ancestors

Come you in and sit you down
What you lost shall here be found.
Bowl and cup shall slake your lack;
Cast the bundle from your back.
No more wandering. No more war.
Come you in and close the door.

Caitlin Matthews

This would be a beautiful verse to use as a blessing if you celebrate Samhain with a dumb supper to honor your ancestors.

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