Sassafras Grove’s own Maria Stoy recently finished a version of ADF’s Core Order of Ritual done in alliterative verse. Each step of the liturgy is a stanza in the poem below:
Sound now the horn! Let all worlds hearken!
We come here now To honor the Holy Ones.
Stand as the Tree, Stretching roots
To the deep well, Branches wide reach up
Elf-Fire embracing. Firmly connected
Below and above, Between earth and sky.
Beings whose ways From law waver,
Kinless and friendless, Foes of the Ases,
Dwellers in shadow With dark intent,
Turn from this door Our work trouble not.
Sweet Mother Earth, Mighty yet tender,
Provider of all things Needful and pleasing
To enrich and nourish All nations and tribes,
We honor your body And praise your bounty.
Behold, Etin-Hoard, Honeyed Dwarf-brew.
Awaken within us Wisdom and vision.
Songs of praise freely Pour clear and sweet
From mortal lips, To lofty heights fly.
Come we together Friends and kin-folk
In purpose united. Offerings pour
In thanks for gifts From High Ones given.
Prayers we raise In rite just and holy.
Bright and worthy Silver we bring.
Cast in waters depths This well sanctify.
Wisdom of ancients Stirs and awakens,
Floats to the surface, Memory Flows.
Incenses rises Skyward to fires
Of sun and stars. This flame sanctify.
Sire of creation, Spark of insight,
Pierce the mist Morning emblazon.
Fixed at the roots With fire’s light crowned,
Stretching branches Breach all the Worlds.
Sacred the Tree At creation’s Center,
Holy the Tree The heart of the Earth.
Part now the clouds, Make ready the path
That wanders between. Ways be open.
The gates unlock. Guided safely
On branch-roads, Realities bridging.
Mothers and Fathers, First teachers of lore,
Our youth you guarded, Guided our way.
Blood of your blood, Bone of your bone,
Recalled to mind, Be here remembered.
Root, bud and branch, Whale-road and river,
Elves, dark and fair Dwellers above and below.
Playful wights in Wild wood dancing,
Helpful spirits, Homes protecting.
Fierce and bright ones, Who ice and fire tame,
Mighty bestowers Of Breath and Spirit,
Guardians of field’s Growth and harvest,
Bringers of life, Death’s grim bearers.
Mighty Kindreds, Our call now heed.
Companionship share, Ancient compacts keep.
Fine offerings we bear To sacred feast.
Gifts freely given Noble guests to honor.
For wisdom quest. Hearts and minds quiet,
Seeking blessings. Secrets revealed
As Wyrd’s tangled Web discloses
What is needful For folk to know.
Gift follows gift, Full is the horn!
Sweet, golden mead By Kindred’s grace
Filled with blessings On favored kin
Graciously bestowed, Gratefully received.
Connections forged Strengthen community.
In hallowed space Sacred bonds renewed.
Though parted now, Partnership endures.
Good journey bid we To honored guests.
Far we have wandered On hidden ways.
Behind us now The branch-roads close.
Reality narrows ‘Til one world remains.
With key in the lock The gates are closed.
The well returns Once more to water.
Darkens the fire To sallow flame.
Firm stands the tree Though the center retreats.
All is as before, Bettered by our work.
Loving and fierce one, Our lives in your hands,
From you we are born, In your bosom we rest.
Sweet Earth Mother, You gifts we savor.
Praises we sing For all you provide.
Sound again horn! Holy work completed,
Our frith renewed, In friendship we part.