Song of the Goddess

I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all creation and existent prior to
their consciousness. I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.

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. Through 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.

Scott Cunningham