THE SONG OF CERNUNNOS

The Gods do not die nor fade,

For we are immortal.

We sleep dormant,

Awaiting the call of a disciple.

O’ man and woman, hear my call to thee,

For I am older than time itself.

My sad neglect is mankind’s loss,

For I am a God of hidden wealth.

I am maligned by those that are ignorant,

For I am a God of many names.

I am worshipped by those that are wise,

Together with my Queen of unending reign.

Call out my name and I shall hear thee,

I am the father, the son and the lover.

Call out my name and I shall bellow,

I am the Horned God, king and brother.

I awake with the power of the dawn,

I lie hidden in the nut of the hazel.

I am the willing sacrifice,

And I am with thee from the cradle.

Just because thou cannot see me,

Does not mean I am not near.

O’ my children, hear my call,

Feel my presence but do not fear.

I am in the lightning and in the oak,

I am in this sacred song.

I am Cernunnos, Lord of the Hunt.

I am the Horned God and forever strong.

“Cernunnos I call thee my God” first published in Purdy T. (Ed.) (1994) Poems of the Midlands. Anchor Books of Peterborough under the name Daniel Bran Griffith.