I walk in love and light,
Head high, proud and free
Unchained by guilt,
By empty threats of damnation and hellfire.
I worship the Divine Mother
In all her aspects.

I hear her voice in lilting birdsong,
In the harsh call of ravens.

I feel her breath in the light breeze that autumn leaves dance to,
Or the power of a mighty storm that can fell great oaks.

I see her reflection in the mirrored stillness of a pool of clear water
And in the crashing waves of the ocean’s might.

I taste the bounty of her goodness in the sweet fruits of the hedgerow,
And the bitter herbs of healing.

I touch her in the wet, soft wool of a new born lamb,
In the tearing thorns of wild brambles.

Her fragrance is honeysuckle scenting the night,
A rain-swept meadow after a storm,
I see the majesty of the universe, infinite and unknowable
In the eyes of my most precious of her gifts. My son.