Words to Ponder: The Wiccan Rede (Long Version)

Posted March 04 2012

 Good Greetings, My Lovies...

The North Wind has been almost constant these past few days here in Florida, reminding us that Winter is not quite ready to let go its  grasp, though Spring burgeons from its deep slumber a little more every day. The air is crisp and fresh, cleansing in its quickness, making way for the newness to come, for the anticipated verdant prospects of new growth and new beginnings. I am reminded at this time of the words found in this long version of The Wiccan Rede, attributed to Lady Gwen (Gwynne) Thompson. It still surprises me, being a teacher and educator in The Craft, how many Folks have not encountered lines beyond, "An' it harm none, do what ye will."

Before I post that version here (beloved by many, I wish to add) I'd like to mention that my posting this piece is not particularly a concrete representation of my own or any of the site participants' beliefs. I would like to add, however, that these words are not only inspiring and guiding, but charming, mystical words to ponder upon, whatever your perceptions of spirituality may be. I, for one, am very fond of words and imagery, and hope you enjoy what this writing tends to conjure. If you'd like to own a parchment copy of this poem, you can find copies available on our site here 


The Wiccan Rede

This is the long version written by Lady Gwen (Gwynne) Thompson

Bide the Wiccan Redes ye must,
In Perfect Love and Perfect Trust;
Live ye must and let to live,
Fairly take and fairly give;
Form the Circle thrice about,
To keep unwelcome spirits out;
Bind fast the spell every time,
Let the words be spoke in rhyme.

Soft of eye and light of touch,
Speak ye little, listen much;
Deosil go by waxing moon,
Sing and dance the Witches' Rune;
Widdershins go by waning moon,
Chant ye then a baleful tune;
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss hand to her times two;
When the moon rides at peak,
Heart's desire then ye seek.

Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door & trim the sail;
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss them on the mouth;
When the wind blows from the West,
departed souls have no rest;
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.

Nine woods in the cauldron go,
Burn them quick, burn them slow;
Elder be the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or curs'd ye'll be;
When the wind begins to turn,
Soon Beltane fires will burn;
When the wheel has turned to Yule,
light the log, the Horned One rules.

Heed the flower, bush or tree
By the Lady blessed be'
When the rippling waters flow
cast a stone - the truth you'll know;
When ye have & hold a need,
Hearken not to others' greed;
With a fool no seasons spend,
Or be counted as his friend.

Merry meet and merry part
Bright the cheeks, warm the heart;
Mind the threefold law ye should,
Three times bad and three times good;
Whene'er misfortune is enow,
Wear the star upon your brow;
True in troth ever ye be
Lest thy love prove false to thee.

'Tis by the sun that life be won,
And by the moon that change be done;
If ye would clear the path to will,
Make certain the mind be still;
What good be tools without Inner Light ?
What good be magic without wisdom-sight ?
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill -
An it harm none, do what ye will.