Sunday, February 25, 2018

Mother Chant

Mother Chant

Honor to the Mother,
Giver of Life and Form,
Maker of the Sun and Moon,
The Wielder of the Storm.
Honor to the Great Womb
From which all Life is born,
When souls are cast as mortal
The Rose receives its Thorn.
Honor to the Ancient Crone
To whom all Life must turn,
Whose body takes all forms at last
When down the candles burn.
Honor to the Circle,
The Dance and Song of All.
Come take your place before Her,
Come Dance within Her Hall.
The Womb is soft and comforting,
The Hall is warm and moist.
There is no Life refuses,
For you never had a choice.

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