The Rede

Bide within the Law ye must,
In perfect Love and perfect Trust.

Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give.

Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak ye little, listen much.

When ye have and hold a need,
Harken not to others' greed.

With a fool no season spend
Or be counted as his friend.

True in love - this must thou be,
Unless thy love is false to thee.

Happy to meet and sorry to part;
Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.

When The Lady's moon is new
Kiss the hand to Her times two.
 
Bring blessing by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the joyful rune.

When the moon rides at her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.

Remove the ill when the moon doth wane
And the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.

When you see the Dark Queen old,
Then The Mysteries unfold.

Build the Kaer with gates of might
To dwell within the The Lady's light.

To bind enchantment well each time,
See th'enchantment's said in rhyme.

Mind the Natural Law ye should -
Give bad for bad and good for good.

When misfortune is enow,
Wear The Cross* upon your brow.

Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and drop the sail.

When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.

When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss ye on the mouth.

When it whispers from the West,
All hearts will find both peace and rest.

Where the rippling waters flow
Cast a stone the truth to know.

Heed the flower, the bush and tree -
By The Lady bless'd ye'll be.

Nine woods into the Cetel go;
Burn them fast and burn them slow.

Birch into the fire goes
Denoting what The Lady knows.

Oak in the forest towers with might;
In fire it brings The God's insight

Rowan, the tree of subtle power,
Makes all life and enchantment flower.

Willows near the water stand
To help us all to Gwynfyd's land.

Hawthorn's burned to purify
And draw the faerie to your eye.

Hazel, the tree of sense and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire burning.

White are the flowers of the Apple tree
That bring fruits of fertility.

Grapes that grow upon the vine
Give the gifts of joy and wine.

Firs doth mark the evergreen
And stand as immortality seen.

Elder be the Lady's tree -
Burn it not or cursed ye'll be.

Four times Y Gwyliau Pennaf mark
In the light and in the dark.

As the old year hobbles with his staff,
The new begins at Gwedy Haf.

When the Spring Dychweliad shows
Watch for the trefoil through the snows.

When the wheel has turned to light
Burn Y Briodas fires bright.

As the wheel to Y Fedel turns
Power is wrought as the fire burns.

Four times Y Gwyliau Llai doth fall;
Use the Sun to mark them all.

With wheel to Alban Arthan turned
The log unto the Newborn's burned.

In the spring night equals day;
Alban Eilir comes your way.

When the Sun has reached it's height
Time for Alban Hefin night.

Harvest fruits to one and all
When Alban Elfed revels fall.

Then the wheel to darkness creeps
And Aranrot in The Dark Tower sleeps.

The First Parents honour in deed and name
That light and love be your guide again.

 

Eight wise words the Rede fulfill -
"Harm none save those who wish ye ill."
 


 

*The Cross is the Keltic Cross with equal arms of the elements.
 
 


The Cleansing of The Rede

Of all the various versions found,
Few are ordered, few are sound.

Sanitized here stands The Rede
Where dwells a wholesome Keltic seed.

Gone is the language pseudo-witch;
The voice of its soul sings clear and rich.

Free of foreign nomenclature,
Its spirit rises clean and pure.

Of all the various versions found,
This be ordered - this be sound!

Gareth Pengwerin


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