when we are gone they will remain
wind and rock, fire and rain
they will remain when we return
wind will blow, and fire burn.
She is the mother, she is the crone
She is the maiden no man can own
She is the maiden, she is the crone,
She is the mother, all her children come home
She is the mother, she is the maiden
She is the crone, with wisdom laden
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Gracious Goddess, you who have a thousand names
And yet only One name,
You who are Air, Fire, Water & Earth,
Sustainer of all Life,
You who are Demeter; the Earth Mother,
Hecate; Goddess of Life & Death,
Pele; Goddess of abundance & destruction,
Aphrodite; Goddess of Love & sexual desires,
Hear me, your child, who calls you by all names,
Lovely Lady, I ask that you join me in my Sacred Circle.
Protect me as I revere the name of You.
Bless me as I partake in the spirit of You.
Grant me your power and energy as I conduct my rite.
Be with me here and now.
So Mote It Be!
Crescent One of the starry skies,
Flowered One of the fertile plain,
Flowing One of the ocean's sighs,
Blessed One of the gentle rain;
Hear my chant 'midst the standing stones,
Open me to your mystic light;
Waken me to your silver tones,
Be with me in my sacred rite!