Bound Beneath the Daylit New Moon
A Celtic Handfasting
Dedicated to the love of my life
In a circle of branch and stone,
where my sister’s voice became spell and song,
I took your hands in the turning year—
and knew I had been yours all along.
The new moon hid in the wide bright sky,
a silver vow the daylight veiled,
and autumn waited, breath held close,
while every blessing softly sailed.
Green was the earth, gold was the air,
a hush like the world had stopped its spinning—
and I, with my heart laid open wide,
felt the oldest magic beginning.
Your eyes held sunlight, steady and sure,
and the promise of stars still sleeping.
You smiled like dawn over distant hills,
and I woke from a lifelong keeping.
They say the moon belongs to night,
and the sun to the morning’s glimmer—
but I am your moon in the open day,
and you are my steadfast shimmer.
With cord and vow, with breath and thread,
our fates were bound like roots entwining.
The circle closed, the circle held,
and love kept watch in its shining.
Family gathered like ancient oaks,
their laughter a wind through branches,
and time itself bent low to see
the weaving of our chances.
Now hand in hand and heart to heart,
I walk the turning seasons—
for love like this is older than stone,
and stronger than mortal reasons.
And every year when the new moon hides
in the bright of equinox morning,
I’ll remember the circle, the vow, the light—
and the truth in your eyes, still burning.
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An Irish Blessing of Sun and Moon for all who love
May the sun be upon you as you rise,
May the moon be with you in the shadows.
May the stars light your every path,
And may love be yours beyond all ages.
Offer whatever name you wish to be known by at the hearth today — real or imagined — we look forward to welcoming your words into the circle.