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.
© LSG 2:02PM 1.19.2010
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