The Goddess speaks:
I am the chaste Goddess of the Moon, the Lady of all magic. The winds and moving leaves sing my name. I weat the crescent Moon upon my brow and my feet rest among the starry heavens. 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 seasion. I am refuge and healing. I am the life-giving Mother, wonderously fertile.
Wortship 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, Crone of darkness, and I send you my blessings of limitless love.
Blessed Be!
