Dear Ancestors,
the veil is thin.
Celebrate with us,
this festival of Samhuinn

The dead are departed,
but on this night,
we honour you, dear ancestors,
with food and drink and light.

This is the night of the Cailleach.
Rain and snow she shall bring.
Clean all the debris,
until the God is born again in early spring.

In the company of our Ancestors,
she sweeps through our soul.
Offer things that you don't need,
for purification is het goal.

We will give to all,
sprigs of Yew,
as we depart, dear Ancestors,
thinking about you.

Dobhran 10/10/2003