An Invocation of the Horned God
  
  Great antlered Dancer in the wildwood
  whose strength is never turned to cruelty,
  life's joysong bursting from your lips
  sends thunderous laughter crashing
  down all the ancient forest paths.
  
  Make me like you, O joyous Dancer,
  that my strength may flow from joy, not anger,
  so I can dance the circle gaily
  and feel the thunderous laugh of life
  that warms me as I walk my path.