Lady ...

Upon the ferment of restless seas

You were born;

motherless, fatherless,

primordial as the sea.

Your realm is of pleasure and

the moment --ephemeral;

Your anger quick as a

summer storm and as quickly spent.

In loveliness of spirit all may

share in Your delight--

the Mystery is the ever loving Self--

fathomless, transient...

Your flame burns bright in those

who love You--

Your rituals endure.

...

Meditation

The silence of the dawn, and how it speaks to you.

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ks&qid=1200362180& sr=8-2> The Book Of Hours: Prayers to the Goddess

By Galen Gillotte