The Book Of Hours: Prayers to the Goddess

before the break of day

You whisper in my dreams…

At times the whisper is a song—

at times a memory of sadness

swiftly gone—

 

You whisper in my dreams…

Sometimes in the morning

while the mist lays on the hills

You dance the wild dance…

At times You dance alone and free—

at times Your siren music reaches

out to me—

You dance the wild dance…

 

Sometimes in the morning

while the day blooms with the sun

You live behind my eyes…

At times You bring exalted grace—

at times an unexpected vision of your face—

You live behind my eyes!

 

Meditation

The warmth of the covers; the knowledge that today no demands await you.

Give thanks to the Goddess for this respite.