Charge of the God

I am the radiant King of the Heaven,
flooding the Earth with warmth
and encouraging the hidden seed of creation
to burst forth into manifestation.

I lift my shining spear to light the lives
of all beings and daily pour forth
my gold upon the Earth,
putting to flight the powers of darkness.

I am the master of the beasts wild and free.
I run with the swift stag and soar as a sacred falcon
against the shimmering sky.
The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers,
and the birds of the air sing of my sanctity.

I am also the last harvest,
offering up grain and fruits beneath the
sickle of time so that all may be nourished.
For without planting there can be no harvest;
without winter, no spring.

Worship me as the thousand-named Sun of creation,
the spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the endless harvest.
See in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth, death, and rebirth --
and know that such is the destiny of all creation.

I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun,
the giver of peace and rest,
and I send my rays of blessing to warm the hearts
and strengthen the minds of all.

Based on an invocation by Morgan from Scott Cunningham's "Wicca, A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner