The Goddess is our sanctuary;
Her embrace holds us night and day.
We can be unafraid in the earthquake and
Comforted in the hurricane knowing we are not alone.
She is the river of joy, gladness is her voice.
She streams from the mountains, into the desert,
And into the parched heart that longs.
She answers the call of desire and stirs the soul’s bidding.
Tho we are surrounded with despair and taught doubt,
Yet we lie upon her Body and are comforted.
Look at the abiding beauty of Life.
Through destruction and chaos comes renewal.
Listen to the melody of the wild and the music of regeneration.
Love holds us in her song.
Tho riches are robbed and lies are honored,
Nothing stands before the turning of the Wheel.
The sacredness of life will continue,
Within the Palm of the Mother are we all held.

 

—-Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

Children of the Goddess

You step from the shadows
I have seen you there before
You wait for a sign
I know why you have come here
this night
You have been called
I called you this night

 

I sent my power to the wind to
summon you this Full Moon
You stand before me and wait
I take my hand and run it over
your body
I feel you quiver at my touch
I remove my linen shift, it drops to
the ground
I stand naked before you
The Goddess has called her Witches
She has called us to join in the
great ritual
We will dedicate ourselves to her
this night, as we have done in the past
You have waited for me, as we have
joined in the past

 

We are known to each other
Our lives have been intertwined
in the past, now in the present
You take me this night
Your power reaches deep into me,
it fills me with desire

 

We have joined as Witches do,
no shame just pleasure
The night is filled with the desire
of Witches
As children of the Goddess we
know who we are
And the power we have this night
We rule ourselves and this night
We go into the night as children of
the Goddess
For we are Witches and the earth
belongs to us…..

—A Witch’s Prayerbook
JoAnne Spiese

The Goddess is our sanctuary;
Her embrace holds us night and day.
We can be unafraid in the earthquake and
Comforted in the hurricane knowing
we are not alone.
She is the river of joy, gladness is her voice.
She streams from the mountains, into the desert,
And into the parched heart that longs.
She answers the call of desire and stirs the soul’s bidding.
Tho we are surrounded with despair and taught doubt,
Yet we lie upon her Body and are comforted.
Look at the abiding beauty of Life.
Through destruction and chaos comes renewal.
Listen to the melody of the wild and the music of regeneration.
Love holds us in her song.
Tho riches are robbed and lies are honored,
Nothing stands before the turning of the Wheel.
The sacredness of life will continue,
Within the Palm of the Mother are we all held.

–—Earth Psalms
Angela Magara

Unsinkable

I am an introduction
To a Broadway production
Including seduction
Living eruption
End your corruption
No need for destruction
No more with disruption
You’ll reap repercussion
Where is your protection
This is a reflection
What’s with all the aggression
Save your deception
No more oppression
I know how obsessive
I can’t help I’m so restless
How can this be so infectious
Try not to be reckless
I come with correctness
Excuse my directness
Just flowing with freshness
Don’t make me put up the defenses
You’ll dislike the consequences
Your fate is ominous
You can’t touch my opulence
On full reconnaissance
In it for full providence
This is my apocalypse
There is no dominance
Only perfect eminence
Ending your malevolence
It takes intelligence
To achieve excellence
Wanting full residence
You must walk with benevolence
Thankful for deliverance
Stow the ignorance
Before nothing is left in existence
Where is the assistance
How is that for a witness
It’s all ready been written
Sick of the system
No more playing victim
Full of wisdom
Lost in a rhythm
It’s beyond religion
Just use intuition
It will be the ammunition
To use in this demolition
Time for ignition
A new tradition
As we transition
Into this new system
Without resistance
Let’s get down to business
I’ll bring the provisions
You supply the visuals
A powerful ritual
To a whole new beginning
It’s official
Not artificial
Maybe habitual
Very unconditional
How’s that for principal
Nothing biblical
All formidable
We all are individual’s
How subliminal
All original
Not a criminal
Very unpredictable
Simply inexplicable
Don’t do the unthinkable
Just be ever unsinkable

This is one of my favorite poems from our resident poet, T. J. Whitewolf
To view more of T.J.’s beautiful work, please visit his site, TJWHITEWOLF’S POETRY

Earth goddesses provide protection
through walls and doors unbreached.
Air goddesses provide detection of
intruders and attackers pre-leach.
Fire goddesses provide disinfection
and clean away their malicious effects.
Water goddesses provide correction
to each of their untoward aspects.
Ladies of above, below, and in between
guard us against the unseen and obscene.
So Mote It Be

—Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Poetry for the Hay Moon

(Folklore Name for the Moon of June)

Make hay while the sun shines
and under the hay moon rest.
There are many fields to mow,
there will be much grain to thresh,
and then the chaff to winnow,
before we get to wash and dine.
Feed the kine,
prepare the fest,
make baskets of willow,
make a jest,
bake the dough,
measure out the wine.
It is a sign of the times
that we are thus blest,
that we have this many rows to hoe,
that we work at the Goddess’s behest,
that these mysteries of hers we know,
that our lives dedicated grow fine,
like wine, summertime, and love of mine.
We must be persistent lest
our produce may fail to grow,
our chickens afraid to nest,
for we have many months to go
and we must keep dragging the line.
Summer may seem to stretch late
– but winter seems not to abate.

—-Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Goddess, Give us protection from the outside world,
Let whatever people say about us not hurt,
Let whatever we fear not bother us,
Let all the mixed up feelings inside be released without harm,
Goddess, you see our pain,
We are your children, we are your soul,
We need a dream to cast away this pain,
Something to soothe our soul,
Give us protection from the outside world.
In Your Divine Name, we ask these things.
So Mote It Be

A new beginning surges forward
like the foaming ocean waves,
like sudsy water of a washer woman
rushing forward over cobblestones,
washing away the dust on the road.
Cleaning blackboards with white cloth,
wiping away traces of the last lesson,
preparing for the start of a new day,
starting over once again from the top;
and this time, with feeling, please.
Purification requires great care:
bathing the body is not enough;
sanitize the home and property,
sterilize the hearth and the sink,
clarify the mind and heart as well.
May your new beginnings be blessed,
may they sweep clean your path,
may they purify your worn soul,
and may you ever find the way
to those you need most.

–Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

I pray to the Goddesses of the Sun:

Samsa, Gün Ana, Shapash, Shapshu,
Xihe, Amaterasu, Bast, Bastet,
Olwen, Saule, Uelanuhi, Hekoolas,
Sunna, Hathor, Sekhmet, Pattini,
Hashi, Brigid, Aine, Adit,
and all the names I do not know:
bring me your holy light.
Light of healing and protection,
Light of strength and warmth,
Light of creative and fertile growth,
Light of purifying passion and energy.
Let your fire ever be fueled
and like a phoenix let us be reborn.
As you will it, so let it be.

—-Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Power

Queens of everything,
Goddesses of the cosmos,
lend us your good judgment,
your wisdom, your knowledge,
and your means for effecting change,
that we may be powerful enough,
and righteous enough,
and kind enough,
to help protect and care for
ourself, those we love, and
the innocently suffering
oppressed, the unjustly wronged and
injured, the enslaved and the despairing,
the maddeningly sick and the
sickeningly mad,
and let us work your will in
their care, their assistance,
and delivery or vengeance
as you will.

—Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Every end is a beginning
And every beginning an end
The gods will ever be winning
All that humanity chooses to spend.

Merry meet and blessed be
And Hecate guard your way
May the road bring what you need
Easy paths for night and day.

Merry part and bless your heart
And may you return again
For the best of all within the art
Is the one we may call a friend.

Every end is a beginning
And every beginning an end
The gods will ever be winning
If human craft ceases to end.

 

—-Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

Warnings

Attention: carelessness is hazardous
to your health and others’;
So always do your homework
And be scrupulous and thorough
Guard against intemperance
But lapse not into total abstention
Let your ambitions be small and healthy
Your intentions ever useful and kind
For if you wreak changes too large
Chaotic principles will apply
If you are not careful you can harm
Even more than if you intentionally try
So do what you will if you may
Never forgetting the rule of three
And ever take care not to play out
Someone else’s version
of who you are going to be.

—Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Protection

Earth goddesses provide
protection through walls
and doors unbreached.
Air goddesses provide detection
of intruders and attackers pre-leach.
Fire goddesses provide disinfection
and clean away their malicious effects.
Water goddesses provide correction
to each of their untoward aspects.
Ladies of above, below, and in
between guard me against the
unseen and obscene.
So Mote It Be.

—Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Magic begins with love:
love of self and love of other.
Forget not your love of others:
family, friends, fellow travelers,
lest you forget your place
in a world of constant shifting
and changing allegiances;
we all need some grounding.
Remember to care for those in need
and refuse no hospitality
when it can be given freely.
Forget not your love of self:
needs, wants, desires, ambitions,
lest you forget your purpose
in a world which is lost
with no inherent meaning and
a common tragedy of values;
we all need some elevation.
Remember to care for your you
and refuse no helping hand
that can be given freely.
Magic beings with love:
love of self and love of others.

 

—Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

 

Circle Casting

 

Circle of starlight,
Circle of fire,
filled with enchantments
bright with desire.
Turning, turning,
beginning to end;
end to beginning
again and again.

Circle of wisdom,
Circle of love,
Silver with moonbeams
bright from above.
Circle of death,
Circle of re-birth,
Circle of the Mother Earth.

Shining, shining,
forever and ever.
Spinning, spinning,
ending never.
Weaving the threads
of the midnight hour.
Weaving the web of Goddess power.

AN YE HARM NONE, LOVE,
DO WHAT THOU WILT!

—- Unknown

 

The Gathering at the Cauldron

 

She has called me to the sacred fire since I first drew breath,
But always I have resisted,
Until this moment.

So weary now that even fear is too heavy a burden,
Fear of death, of life,
Of Self.

She is the grandmother I cannot remember,
Wisdom etched upon her face in hard-won creases,
Rivers of pain long dried out.

I dip myself into her cauldron, watch is scald away my ignorance,
Reach to her like a greedy child.
And she takes me.

Her arms receive my weary soul, breathing understanding
In me with every breathe I breath
And her ancient breath stirs new life in my veins,
But her voice is empty.

I must make my own way as she has,
Prepare myself for the darkness to come, graciously, joyfully,
And trust that light will return.

At the gathering of the cauldron, she is present
At the meeting of the kin, she is present
At the burning of the night fire, she is present
At the sacrificing of the old and the pledging of the new, she is
present among us.

 

Author: Derek Thompsom
Published on Pagan Heart

Pagan Goddess Chant

I am the wind and I am the trees.
I am the Earth and I am the seas.
I am a mother and I am a child.
I am a lover of passions gone wild.
I am the rain and I am the soul.
I am the one who makes the spirit whole.
I am the Maiden, Mother, and Crone.
I am the reaper of seeds that are sown.
I am within and I am without.
I am everywhere and everything about.
As Maiden I gave you the gift of joy.
As Mother I gave you nurturing and care.
As Crone I gave you wisdom unknown.
All of these gifts I have given you to share.
All of these gifts I have given you to share.

—Author Unknown
Published on Pagan Heart

Pagan Heart

 

Now is the time to realize the path where
our heart belongs is not one that is understood.
So how can we follow our path without fear and prejudice?
We just stand up for what we believe and write down our thoughts as
they come to us from Her well of inspiration. We do as we please and
only listen to our pagan heart.

We just listen to our pagan heart and She speaks to us she says
“Be who you want to be and follow your pagan heart.” Oh now in this time
of fear and prejudice only one can make things right if they listen to Her and
follow their pagan heart. Condemn us if you will but for all our days we’ll follow
Her words and Her wisdom! Condemn us all you want we still follow my Pagan heart…

Wake up to your true nature and follow your instincts
speak your mind do not fear. Run with the wild hunt as the he takes
you on a midnight journey deep over land hill and sea in to your soul
reunite with your pagan heart.

Do not give in to fear and prejudice
and hide your pagan heart. For those who don’t know it
fear is power so speak your mind and be true to your pagan heart.

We just listen to our pagan heart and She speaks to us she says
“Be who you want to be and follow your pagan heart.” Oh now in this time
of fear and prejudice only one can make things right if they listen to Her and
follow their pagan heart. Condemn us if you will but for all our days we’ll follow
Her words and Her wisdom! Condemn us all you want we still follow my Pagan heart…

 

Author: Enadil Moonweaver
Pagan Heart Online Community

 

Time and Again

Time goes by,
So fast, so slow,
Just as the phases
Of the bright moon’s glow.
Time goes by,
So fast, so slow;
We plant a seed,
And watch it grow.
Time goes by,
So fast, so slow;
The magic moves
Through energy’s flow.
Time goes by,
So fast, so slow;
The Goddess is alive
As we all know.
Time goes by,
So fast, so slow;
Love warms our hearts
As the cool winds blow.
Time goes by,
So fast, so slow;
The Priestess chants
“As above, so below.”
Time goes by…..

—-By the Light of the Crystal Moon
Elizabeth Gardiepy