Libation (2 Min Read)

The drums sound while we all gather

deep in the woods, huddled together

In secrecy this gathering unfolds

To embrace the ancestors

The young to the old

Those gone before us

Now on the spiritual planes

Guiding, protecting

We honour their names

The priests and the priestesses

Gather some water

We call on their names

Of each son and each daughter

This all takes place

Within the midnight hours

We ask for protection

For the Almighty’s powers

We remember the Earth

So that seedlings will grow

The rivers and seas

And the wind breeze that blows

Remembering all things

In this great Universe

Mama Africa – we decree

One must always immerse

Libation and its significance in African cosmologies is explored in our Home Study Course