Instead of some reflection on the day, I felt a little creative this evening. Therefore I offer a poem by yours truly in celebration of the Full Moon! Have a blessed Saturday!
She is the waxing, the Maiden
She is the innocence and the beginning.
She is a sliver in the night.
She shines on us her heavenly light.
She peeks at us from on high
Her shyness leaving day by day
Until at last, She is whole,
Full of courage, full of promise.
She is Full, the Great and Awesome Mother,
Her belly is ripe with possibility
Her arms reach out to welcome us
As we become Her children.
She holds the mysteries and the secrets.
She shows us the path less traveled
Until at last, She speaks to us in dreams
And visions of a world filled with hope.
She is waning, growing weary as She descends
Into the realm of the dead, and back again.
But to us, She shall return.
The Underworld is Hers to rule
Until at last, She will ascend
Back to the beginning, again and again.
The never ending, the eternal,