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I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, The Lady of all magic. The winds and moving leaves sing my name. I wear the Crescent Moon upon my brow And my feet rest among the starry heavens. I am mysteries yet unsolved, A path newly set upon. I am a field untouched by the plow. Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth. I am the Blessed Mother, The gracious Lady of the harvest. I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the Earth And the gold of the fields heavy with grain. By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all things come to fruition according to my season. I am refuge and healing. I am the life giving Mother, wondrously fertile. Worship me as the Crone, tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth. I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon. I rule the tides of women and men And give release and renewal to weary souls. Though the darkness of death is my domain, the joy of birth is my gift. I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas. My names and strengths are manifold. I pour forth magic and power, peace and wisdom. I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness, And I send you blessings of limitless love. ~ Author Unknown ~ Background By:  |
