Looking to the Moon

  I took my cakes and ale, and a prayer written on an index card out into the dark of the cold, cloudy night. 

Wondrous Lady of the Moon,

You who greets the dusk with silvered kisses;

Mistress of the night and of all magics,

Who rides the clouds in blackened skies

And spills light upon the cold Earth;

O Lunar Goddess,

Crescented-One,

Shadow maker and shadow breaker;

Revealer of mysteries past and present;

Puller of seas and ruler of women;

All-wise Lunar Mother,

I greet Your celestial jewel

At the waxing of its powers

With a rite in Your honor.

I pray by the Moon,

I pray by the Moon,

I pray by the Moon.

- Rose Ariadne