To She who dwells in the holy grove,
I beseech Thee, let Thy waters do their healing,
Take away my pain and suffering as is Thy duty, sacred.
We come to the place made sacred
Where two streams meet in the deep grove,
Ever seeking Thy blessings and healing.
Holy art Thou who gives healing,
Thus we hold Thy name as sacred;
Let none desecrate the trees and waters in thy grove.
The holy waters of your grove are healing for they are sacred.
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Tuesday, October 30, 2018
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
Aide
Air goddess,
blow sweet or bitter,
storming hard
or calming,
clear the fog from our minds, bless
us with clarity.
blow sweet or bitter,
storming hard
or calming,
clear the fog from our minds, bless
us with clarity.
Thursday, October 18, 2018
Aveta
Mother goddess,
Fertile, nursing, with fruits and dog.
Mother goddess,
Nurturing all, will children bless
With her giving; no analogue
Her equal but in dialogue -
Mother goddess.
Fertile, nursing, with fruits and dog.
Mother goddess,
Nurturing all, will children bless
With her giving; no analogue
Her equal but in dialogue -
Mother goddess.
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Ancasta
Willingly and deservedly the vow
I fullfill as promised for the goddess;
The swift, the pure, her lineage - lost now,
We seek her blessings all, nevertheless.
I fullfill as promised for the goddess;
The swift, the pure, her lineage - lost now,
We seek her blessings all, nevertheless.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Albina
Pale mother, we are piglets to your sow,
Fawns to your doe, foals to your mare, babies
At your breast, mere acorns to your great trees,
Small calves hungry, nursing, beneath your cow.
Every spring we again bend to plow
The earth for the seed, offerings to please
You in the planting, that we harvest these
Blessings in autumn, what you will allow.
Every morning you bring us the dawn;
At night protect lovers who have ill fate
From the tragedy otherwise brought on.
Elf-woman, white goddess, accept this plate
In thanks for all you provide; we have drawn
Strength and joy from you, only you can sate.
Fawns to your doe, foals to your mare, babies
At your breast, mere acorns to your great trees,
Small calves hungry, nursing, beneath your cow.
Every spring we again bend to plow
The earth for the seed, offerings to please
You in the planting, that we harvest these
Blessings in autumn, what you will allow.
Every morning you bring us the dawn;
At night protect lovers who have ill fate
From the tragedy otherwise brought on.
Elf-woman, white goddess, accept this plate
In thanks for all you provide; we have drawn
Strength and joy from you, only you can sate.
Thursday, October 4, 2018
Andarta
Great Bear Mother, staying firm, fixed
Well in the heavens, fertile one
Who guards Her cubs from evil done
In war or peace, where pain is mixed.
Protectress of the forest wild,
Strongest, mightiest huntress there -
We are humble before the Bear,
Majestic Queen, who feeds the child.
Well in the heavens, fertile one
Who guards Her cubs from evil done
In war or peace, where pain is mixed.
Protectress of the forest wild,
Strongest, mightiest huntress there -
We are humble before the Bear,
Majestic Queen, who feeds the child.
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Ataegina Reborn in the Dark Night
Presiding over seasonal shifts;
When she descends, so do flora;
Hibernation through winter
Only to rise again,
Spring inflorescent
And full of all
The flowers
Blooming
Bright.
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