THE CHARGE OF THE CRONE
Hear the words of the Grandmother of
She who has been known as
Hecate, Erishkagel, Cerridwen,
Anna, Perenna, Spider Woman,
and many other names some feared,
but none ever ignored.
She is who brings wisdom and
the awareness of eternity.
She has been the Maiden, and remembers
She has been the Mother, and recalls
But age has changed her,
and taught her the mysteries
the Wheel that is ever turning,
the Wheel that is life, death,
She is the whirling tornado,
the rising tidal wave,
the trembling of
the earth's crust.
With age comes an understanding of the
and a glimpse of the future.
For, in the turning of the Wheel,
the past is the future,
and the future is the past.
She is the Learned One, the Teacher,
the Bringer of Inevitable Change.
She is the Dark of the Moon, the Hidden
the invisible unknown that lies
But do not fear her for she is not
and her touch, however harsh, is
Only in ignorance is she scorned and
Those who do not know her,
parody her as the ugly old woman
whose powers were said to blight crops
and sour the milk in the cow.
It is fear that turns her age into
her wrinkles into hideous deformity,
and her voice into an evil and
For those who sought power over the
earth were afraid
to face her wisdom and her unalterable
But in the old days, we sat at her feet
to learn the most ancient lore.
From her came the knowledge of the
and the chants and songs that shaped our
She sat in honour at our councils,
marketplaces, in our homes.
She governed our governing, and
interpreted our laws.
She gave focus to our changing
She was our teacher, our oracle, our
promise of rebirth.
Come, honour her as of old,
listen now to the words of the Wise One,
the ancient Seer, the Crone!