Thursday, December 22, 2011
A Yule Blessing
Far above the city in a canyon of stone,
Among Pine, Fur and Spruce I stand alone,
Snow covered peaks soar high above,
Dazzling moonlight covers them with the Goddess’ love.
In a sacred place I clear snow from stone,
Preparing my Yule log to welcome the Crone,
In red and gold, fire radiates the Goddess’ love,
Snapping and dance sending sparks high above.
Starlight in a Pine illuminates a patch white as stone,
I realize suddenly that I am not alone,
As the fire grows brighter I see high above,
A white Owl, courier of wisdom and the Goddess’ love.
Graceful as the Aspen a deer suddenly emerges from stone,
Antlers glittering in the silver moonlight, he stands proud and alone,
Stag of myth and Lord of legend object of the Goddess’ love,
Stepping forward slowly he glances toward the moon above.
Mountain cat drifts forward stealthily casting shadows on stone,
In power and courage she stands majestically silent and alone,
Living with perfect dignity in the mountains high above,
Her beauty and independence symbols of the Goddess’ love.
Sadly I whisper to the noble ones in the canyon of stone,
Dear friends, I have no gifts to offer you I am poor and alone,
The only thing I can share with you is the Goddess’ love,
Like you I have nothing but the Earth below and the Moon above.
A voice unfathomable as eternity ricochets off the canyon of stone,
You are my daughter; you are never poor or alone,
The wild ones came to be with you and share My love,
To join you in ritual and worship under the stars above.
The Goddess commands the stars from the canyon of stone,
Down they fall onto the tree branches in clusters and alone,
It is Yule my children and you shall feast in My love,
You shall find your gifts by the light of the moon above.
. . . from “In Devotion to the Crone,” Graveyard Publishing