Amores Cerridwen

She is the goddess of the ripened grain, Hers is the old wisdom that guides me home, And I feel her grace wherever I roam. Each time I call upon her name again, I feel her touch warm me in icy rain, She is my lady of the darkest moon Who guides my voice to sing a poet’s tune She is my inner strength when I am fain. O Dark Mother, she has helped me to see, The living wonder of life on this Earth She has filled my heart with a joyful mirth In her sanctuary I’m forever free And protected within her cauldron flame, All this love is mine as I called her name.