Maiden, Mother, Crone and Warrior Sweetest Maiden Sister, Lover of the wild, In all respects a blossoming And happy little child. We name you Springtime Maiden, Treading softly through the trees, Awakening the flowers, Your laughter on the breeze. Beneath you, seeds are sprouting; Above you, warm, the sun. Around you, animals are born Now that Spring’s begun. The innocence of childhood, The joy of simple things; We find in you beginnings new And pleasure without stings. Blodewedd of blossoms, The Vernal Goddess bright Who brings the rains that nurture seeds And longer days of light. Great Goddess Mother, Watching over all, Lovingly we praise you And you hear us when we call. We call to you as Brigit, The hearth and home you rule, The holy wells and blacksmith’s forge With love the burning fuel. We name you, too, as Lakshmi, Of wealth and hope you sing; Candles lit in praise of you, For happiness you bring. The fullness of the Summer With fields so ripe and round, Your body in its glory, The grand and fertile ground. The King Stag your companion, Your partner, God of love Who walks with you in fields if green And in the clouds above. You, the Elder Goddess Honored Lady of the best, The Wheel can’t turn without you – Our fair planet needs to rest. You are the Harvest Goddess Within the grain and corn, And all that falls will rise again, Life’s promise thus reborn. We name you as Nokomis, The Goddess of the field, Giving of your body When the gardens fail to yield. We call to you as Winter Queen Who puts the earth to bed – The Goddess of the quiet times, Keeper of the dead. Rising with the crescent moon, Falling with the rain; Walking Winter’s frozen land So silent once again. And the Mighty Warrior, She of sword and spear, Confident within herself, Strong – no sign of fear. We name you as Diana Who hunts with spear and bow – The lives you take are done with honor, And respect you show. And you, the Goddess Morrigan, The Celtic Queen of war, Black crow of the battlefield Who feasts on death and gore. Goddess of the Dark Phase, Of those things that we hide, Our anger and our vengefulness, The things we keep inside. But also you’re our power The strength of blood and bone, The competence of women That the brave have always shown.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 11:00:00 +0000
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