~I Am the Waning Moon~

I am the waning Moon
The Goddess who is fading from the land
In the Springtime I sought my Lord
And mated with him beneath the trees and stars

At Beltaine I wed my Lord
Beneath the first blossoms of the hawthorn tree

And in the Summertime I ripened the apples in the orchards
And the fruit grew round and strong
Like the seed within my womb

At the corn harvest I cut down my Lord
That by his death our people might be fed

And now in the Autumn time
I descend beneath the Earth
To dwell with my Lord in his dark kingdom
Until our child is born

At the Winter Solstice I will bring forth the child
And renew your hope
And at Imbolg I myself will return
To renew the land

I leave you, but I return to you
When you see my power fade
And the leaves fall from the trees
When snow obliterates like death
All trace of me upon the Earth
Then look for me in the Moon
And there in the heavens you will see the soul of me

Soaring still amongst the stars
And in the darkest time
When the Moon is covered by shadow
And there is no trace of me in Heaven or on Earth
When you look outward and your lives seem cold and dark and barren
Let not despair eat at your hearts

For when I am hidden
I am but renewing

When I am waning
I am making ready for return

Remember my promise and look within you
And there you will find the spirit of me
Awaiting those who seek
For by the well-spring of your being
I await you always

I am Diana in Heaven
And on Earth, Persephone
And within you that dark Hecate
Triple am I
The One in Three
My body the Earth
My soul the Moon
And within thy innermost self
The eternal spirit of me.

Source~  The Old Religion In The New Age, by Vivianne Crowley