She...

'tis midnight, in the darkness of new moon...
a lone wolf howls longingly for the gentile
silvery light...magick is afoot, the Goddess
abound...reap ye all what ye sow...quiver in
excitement, bathe in ambrosia...


Mother Nature genuflects to Her, She is power,
She is creation, destruction, She is all...
the chill of night is chased away by Her glowing
radiance, Her aura of purity, love, hate, and
anger, She is our mother, our father, our enemy,
savior and friend...

how can She continue to survive in a world She
is forgotten from, how can our precious treasure
be lost in a world needing to be found...why...?

'tis midday, in the light of a high sun...
birds and rabbit and deer, longing for the
gentile caress of Her golden light, magick
forgotten, the Goddess dismissed...
forget not ye mortals of light, 'tis She that
gives you life, harm ye no one, reap, sow, live...
bask in glory...

Father Time kneels at Her feet, She is supremecy,
She is love, Eternal, and Mortal, She is the light
in a child's eye, She is pain as well as pleasure,
the warmth of day is gone without Her radiance,
Her aura of beauty, Luxuria, Invidia, call upon
Amon, and Leviathan, yet always remember to
respect those from who you borrow power...

continue to live in Her light, follow your own
path, heed your guiding star, respect her as
you would respect yourself, and her offspring...
live in peace with one another, bask in pure
light, bathe in love, minimize hate...but
respect it's power nonetheless...


-s.r.petros

16 May 2005