tender lip of the rose at dawn,
echoing crypt in the shadow-
can you tell me where she's gone?
She had many Names.
We called Her Isis, Astarte, Diana,
Hecate, Demeter, Kali, an Inanna.
and all Her children from the sky, the land, and the sea.
She was the Green one, growing, ripening,
sustaining, giving life abundantly.
waxing moon, and waning, and the Queen of Heaven too.
She was the deep space and the galaxies of planets
that we ride twirling through.
We felt Her pulse in the tide and the driving rain,
we saw Her blood at the birth of our children,
we'd taste Her flesh in the growing grain.
new life that blooms in the spring.
She was the seed, the key,
the power of beginning, the door that's opening.
the deep grave under the earth.
She was the Queen of the Night, the face of death and darkness,
the cauldron of rebirth.
When is the hour of Her return?
We are without Her and the pain is all around,
the forest dies, the Witches burn.
Dreams will take us in our hearts to the place where She has gone.
She's still among us. We sing Her name, She answers...
and She still lives on and on.
She is birth, life, love, and death.
Well, She's both near and far, the boundary, and the center,
She is north, south, east and west.
Warm caress in the nighttime,
Do you remember when God was a Woman?
She was the Mother, the Earth,
She was the sunlight, starlight,
We heard Her voice in the force of the whirlwind.
She was the Young One, the Holy Maiden Huntress,
She was the Old One, the hag, the crone of wisdom,
Is She forgotten? Can we find Her resting place?
Can we remember?
And She is the world outside us and the world inside,