Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thine eyes and bright thy breath,
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.

 
Oh silver wind that crosses
over ocean wood and snow
      Keep watch upon
        my wandering heart,
       for my lady fair
      will carry it
      wherever she may go
  and it's not been mine
since we did part
I see her in
the morning mist
  that rises to the sun
  and in life's song
  I hear her speak
  Always I will find her there
  as long as time may run
  for she's the one
  my heart will seek
    May the many paths
      I walk by day
        and dream by
      moonlit night
      Guide me as I move my feet
    to the ancient crossroads
  where in silver light
I and my lady fair
  once more will meet

-- Lirinen--
                       

    The leaves were long,
        the grass was green,
          The hemlock-umbels
        tall and fair,
      and in the glade
    a light was seen
  Of stars in shadow
Shimmering.
Tinuviel
  was dancing there
  To music
    of a pipe unseen,
      And light of stars
        was in her hair,
          And in her raiment
              glimmering.
        When winter passed
      she came again,
    And her song released
      the sudden spring,
        Like rising lark,
      and falling rain,
    And melting water
  bubbling.

--Tolkien--

 

 

The Charge of the Goddess

Listen to the words of the Great Mother, who of old was called Artemis, Astarte, Dione, Melusine, Aphrodite, Ceridwen, Diana, Arionrhod, Brigid, and by many other names:

"Whenever you have need of anything, once in the month, and better it be when the moon is full, you shall assemble in some secret place and adore the spirit of Me who is Queen of all the Wise. You shall be free from slavery, and as a sign that you be free you shall be naked in your rites. Sing, feast, dance, make music and love, all in My presence, for Mine is the ectasy of the spirit, and Mine also is joy on earth. For My law is love unto all beings. Mine is the secret that opens the door of youth, and Mine is the cup of wine of life that is the Cauldron of Ceridwen that is the holy grail of immortality. I give the knowledge of the spirit eternal and beyond death I give peace and freedom and reunion with those that have gone before. Nor do I demand aught of sacrifice, for behold, I am the mother of all things, and My love is poured upon the earth."

Hear the words of the Star Goddess, the dust whose feet are the host of heaven, whose body encircles the universe:

"I who am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars and the mysteries of the waters, I call upon your soul to arise and come unto me. For I am the soul of nature that gives life to the universe. From Me all things proceed and unto Me they must return. Let My worship be in the heart tha rejoices, for behold -- all acts of love and pleasure are My rituals. Let there be beauty and strength, power and compassion, honor and humility, mirth and reverence within you. And you who seek to know Me, know that your seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without. For behold, I have been with you from the beginning, and I am that which is attained at the end of desire."


Brigid

Scottish Gaelic
Invocation to Brigit
from "The Witches' Goddess"
by Janet and Stewart Farrar

May Brigit give blessing
  To the house that is here;
    ...Brigit, the fair and tender
      Her hue like cotton-grass,
        Rich-tressed maiden
        of ringlets of gold.
    "Hail, golden Lady, inspirer of us all,
    Mother of healing, mistress of the arts,
        Lady of every skill '
          on thee we call to pour thy magic
            into human hearts.
          Bestow thy blessing
        on the poet's pen,
      The craftsman's chisel,
   and the healer's hand;
And guide the work of women and of men
To bring thy beauty into this our land!"

                        Conversation between Brid and Son
from "The Witches' Goddess"
by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"Brid: Black the town yonder,
  Black those that are in it;
      I am the White Swan,
        Queen of them all.
      Son: I will voyage in God's name
        In likeness of deer,
      in likeness of horse,
    In likeness of serpent,
in likeness of king.
    More powerful
      will it be with me
than with all others."


The Morrigan

The Morrigan is a goddess of battle, strife, and fertility. Her name translates as either "Great Queen" or "Phantom Queen," and both epithets are entirely appropriate for Her. The Morrigan appears as both a single goddess and a trio of goddesses. The other deities who form the trio are Badb ("Crow"), and either Macha (also connotes "Crow") or Nemain ("Frenzy"). The Morrigan frequently appears in the ornithological guise of a hooded crow. She is one of the Tuatha De Danaan (Tribe of the Goddess Danu) and She helped defeat the Firbolgs at the First Battle of Mag Tuired and the Fomorians at the Second Battle of Mag Tuired. (C) 1996 by Danielle Ní Dhighe (morrigan@aa.net)


Ishtar
Song of Ishtar
From "The Witches' Goddess" by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"I the mother
  have begotten my people,
      and like the young of the fishes
        they fill the sea.
      The gods concerning the spirits
        were weeping with me,
        The gods in seats
      seated in lamentation
        covered their lips
      for the coming evil.
    Six days and nights passed,
    The wind, the deluge,
storm overwhelmed."

                                 
    Song to Ishtar
From "The Witches' Goddess"
by Janet and Stewart Farrar

"Thou art mighty, thou hast sovereign power, exalted is thy name!
Thou art the light
of heaven and earth,
O valiant daughter of the Moon god.
Ruler of weapons
arbitress of the battle!
Framer of all decrees,
wearer of the crown of dominion...
Thou judgest the cause of men
with justice and righteousness,
Thou lookest with mercy
on the violent man
and thou settest right
the unruly every morning.


O goddess of men, O goddess of women,
Thou whose counsel none may learn,
Where thou lookest in pity, the dead man lives again,
the sick is healed, the afflicted is saved
from his affliction, when he beholdeth thy face!
O exalted Ishtar, that givest light
unto the four quarters of the world!"


"LOBA"
by Diane Di Prima

"Her power is to open what is shut
  Shut what is open...
    She gleams
      in the wildwood
        where you have not
      dared to walk.
    Wild yew & blackberries
    tight, dried meat
  of skinny winter deer,
  these she holds out,
  like a key.
    Her door cannot be found,
      it is close-shut,
        it crumbles
          it wafts in wind.
        Her power is to raise
      the pale green
    grass of spring,
  the pale wildflower carpets
which fly starward like primroses
w / dogs asleep on them.
    Her power is in spittle
      & in the lentil,
        it rises like smoke
          from the reopened furrow.
        She terraces the hills
        w / her glance,
      her white breast gleams
    in mossy caves
    you remember where the smoke
  curled on the greenwood fires...."

                                 

Gilthoniel
by J.R.R. Tolkien

Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!
  O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
  O Light to us that wander here
    Amid the world of woven trees!

      Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!
    Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath,
    Show-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee
      In a far land beyond the Sea.

    O stars that in the Sunless Year
  With shining hand by her were sown,
  In windy fields now bright and clear
  We see your silver blossom blown!

  O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
    We still remember, we who dwell
      In this far land beneath the trees,
    Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

          A Elbereth! Gilthoniel!
        O menel palan-diriel
      Le nallon si di'nguruthos!
    A tiro nin, Fanuilos!


"The Song of Amergin"
by Robert Graves

"I am a stag of seven tines, I am a flood across a plain
I am a wind on a deep lake, I am a teardrop the sun lets fall
I am a hawk above the cliff, I am a thorn beneath the nail
I am a wonder among flowers, I am a wizard:
Who but I Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?

I am a spear that roars for blood, I am a salmon in a pool
I am a lure from paradise, I am a hill where poets walk
I am a boar ruthless and red, I am a breaker threatening doom
I am a tide that drags to death, I am an infant: Who but I
Peeps from the unhewn dolmen arch?

I am the womb of every holt, I am the blaze on every hill
I am the queen of every hive, I am the shield for every head
I am the tomb of every hope, I am the hope reborn anew
I am a flame that leaps from ash, I am a priestess: Who but I
Sleeps in the Earth and then awakes?"


"The Mysteries of Seven"
John Matthews

"I am Taliesin,
Divine Child of the Mother.
I speak in riddles
From the Fountain of Vision.
My words are for those
Who understand
The roots of trees,
The secrets of earth.
Let me tell how the sun
Gilded the Hero's face;
Receive from me the secret
Of my Mother's seven names.
Three times seven and then three
Were the number of her priestesses;
Two times seven and then two
Were the number of her poets.
Twelve shadows she had
And six faces;
Nine were the maidens
Who breathed above her Cauldron
To prevent it from boiling.
Five were the number
Of her skirts in heaven,
Only the God
Might raise them all.
Four kept watch
At the tower of the Winds
Two were her progeny
Except for myself.
But I am first.
The last of the poets
To sing her praise:
My tongue silvered
My brow radiant,
My throat pure,
My dreams of her."


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