Behold She is revealed, the One who is Three but always One in unity,
The tripartite Maiden, Mother and Crone!
The Maiden for Springtime, The Mother in Summer and Autumntime, The Crone
in Winter.
For without these there is no Life!
For each has their own time and place and without each, there is Chaos!
For without Spring, no Summer!
Without Summer, no Autumn!
Without Autumn, no Winter!
And without no Winter, no new Spring!
No planting, growing, harvesting, death, dormancy and rebirth!
Observe Her cycles as is the way of things!
For each their own, and unto each their Season!
For now is the time of Youth,
The Time of Planting, Cleansing and New Ventures!
The Time to begin anew as with all things,
As buds begin to open and bloom, so too shall you blossom,
For this is the Way of the Goddess to those that earnestly follow her, in
their lives,
hearts and souls!
Though this be the time of planting and growing anew,
Ever bear in mind the Majesty and Unity of the Tripartite who is One,
She who is the Goddess who is known by many names!
Marvel at her wholeness, beauty, majesty and mystery,
That you too may become one, in and through Her Name!
For this is the Way of the Goddess!
And unto each Woman is given these three aspects,
That those who understand, may marvel and understand the uniqueness of each,
And, in turn, begin to understand but never truly comprehend,
She who is our Goddess!
All Hail and Blessed Be:
Maiden, Mother and Crone
I feel my heart pound in my glistening body
Beating within my flesh and within my spirit
Quick step around with call and chant
Toward the point within the circle
Bodies swerve in time
To build the cone of love and power
Swirling energy suspended about the perimeter
A wonderous gift of the Gods;
Of healing rays; a force of love
Twixt two realms we dance a jig of hope and praise
All hail to the Gods on Esbat day!
Cascading, life blood of frost crested hilltops
Streams like veins meander past quivering heather,
Pine trees and moss coated boulder
Spray and charged ions bite the air
Electrifying, invigorating, sparkle in filtered sunlight
Rainbows form in pastel haze in steamy spray
Undines dance 'neath the pale hued arches
Mountain streams thunder past abodes of ancient Gods
Turning, falling, speaking as they flow forward
Into oblivion of ocean bound channels
Mountain streams revitalise, cleanse the inner soul
Tumbling as they pass by to eternity.
Mountain streams hiss and charge auras
Messengers speaking of the Gods
Rolling by, defying the centuries
Captivating repositories of nature's wisdom
Mountain streams soothe my spirit
And set my soul free.
Take my hand, walk with me
Through leafy woodland carpet
Hear the wind in the beeches
Singing accapella, moving the garlands in our hair
A natural symphony, toying with senses
Standing with reverence at the sacred site.
Face, you and I, the Druid Priest
A grove of oaks his chapel
The voices in the trees his bible
Beltane flowers his congregation
Uniting ! ! Yea, uniting, you and I
'Neath tree-filtered sunlight.
Red streaks, split the clouds asunder
Mirroring the embers of a glowing Belfire
The sweet scent of the hawthorn
Mingles with the bonfire smoke
Stirring my mind and my spirit
The celebrations over; the old gods departed
Merriment under orange-hued heavens
The first omens of summer
Deep satisfaction waxes with the rising sun
Love pulses in the pale light of morning
Peter Nash
I saw men bow down to the Goddess
Remorse upon their faces; called to judgement
They who pillaged Her; who raped our mother
Those who snuffed out stars; who took
But never gave; with greed and profit
In their treacle black hearts
Were called to give confession
To account for their awful deeds
Which scarred our planet's surface
And made her spirit weep
And sing a Plaintive swansong of latent heartbreak
And I saw the men that killed the trees
Praying now for the sweet mercy which
Their chainsaws and their axes never knew
I saw the men that swept aside our meadows
For concrete tongues and fumes and death
Face the scales and stern faces
Of woodland gods;and I heard the voices
Of departed eco-warriors delivering their verdict.
And I saw the men in clean white coats
They, who kill, maim and blind innocent creatures
In their futile research; paid sadists of the profiteers
Their eyes ran red with scarlet tears; blinded
By chemical cocktails. The screams of their tiny victims
Rang in their ears to eternity.
Threefold were the agonies they endured.
And I saw the slaughtermen and the butchers
In blood stained aprons; terror in their eyes
As realization hits their dormant consciousness
And voices sounded from the skies above
Every man who dares to exploit our mother
Who drained away her resources; Her lifeblood
Stood face to face the cold steel blade of Justice
For all were guilty in the lady's eyes
And all faced the sword of Themis.
And I awoke with hope in heart
I strode the streets in the pale dawn
I looked down at the rain soaked paving stones beneath my feet
The first shoots of deep green grass
Emerged beneath the cracks.
The clouds broke; a radiant beam
Of pale morning sunlight
Filtered down in healing rays.
My mind calmed; my heart lifted
I saw the first signs of her recovery
Peter Nash