I am reminded to remember this night
that Beltanes past and future take flight
on the wings of these samhain ravens
in the beaks of our ancestors, allies and descendants
(their bones, our bones; their blood, our blood)
the bright noon of our days, years and lives
shines, shone and will shine again
(the bones and blood of the past gives me strength for the future)
I stand here between the past and future,
like Beltane opposite this night on the wheel of life
and raise my goblet:
To the past & future, but especially to the here & now(, we drink it in:)
Wassail!