Oracle

[covenrochester]

HORNED FATHER,
SOVEREIGN GRACE,
WHAT WOULD YOU DO
WERE YOU IN MY PLACE?

No seed will take root.
No work will bear fruit.
No bees on the hum.
No harvest will come.
No birds in the field,
Abandon your yield,
But do not despair:
This fortune is fair.

MEANING: Sometimes we must compost a recent effort so that something even better can grow from it.

This is a common theme in oracles given by the Gods and the Fates: Rejoice that we have kept you from the evils that you have sought, and made room for the blessings that you have failed to seek.

*** Blessed be to those who serve the Great Mother and the Horned Father.

* Copyright to Coven Rochester