The Moon
O’mighty mother
of the triple divine
and mystical goddess orb,
Pure and holy in serenity ,
Silver shrouds your innocence and shines the promise of things to come.
untouched but much loved are thee,
unknown, unscathed,
but giving of hope to all and some,
Waxing awe unto those who seek council and solace at your great showing.
virgin , maid and mother,
in wholeness I give thanks at your wisdom,
and herald the zenith with which our magic’s stand strong.
We move with silence and collect our herbs with and by your grace,
adhering to the craft and paying respect to thee.
upon the world of man doth your healing ancient light illuminate that which is known
By instinct and heart alone.
And as the celestial moving travels on ‘wise crone presents us with our eternal ending
deserved peaceful night,
Taking all to her darkness and guiding those once living.
Burier of the king and midwife to our daughters,
shrouded Diana
it is to you we look towards as the end carries us to the beginning,
And that beginning, towards another day.
And so mote it be x
Copyright © Simon King | Year Posted 2020
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