TRIPLE GODDESS PRAYER

by CECILIA BETSILL

Come child, and drink rom the Cauldron o Cerridwen. And when you rise Take the storm winds with you.

Come child and drink. Suck on the breast o the Siren and let the manna drown you. Sinkin , stainin water pink.

Come child, and lay your head on the lap o the Great Morri an. Raven win s wide and Countin the dead.

(Gaze across that battlefield, littered and crisscrossed with corpses o bastards ready to pay)

Come child, and jump on the back o the Valkyries. And when you soar sin the Rune son o Mother & Crone.

Come child and stand at the Crossroads o Hecate. Peer into the ates and the uture and Tell your coven what you see.

Ah, you maiden, you irl child, let your ra e flow. Ra e or the ones be ore you who burned and who hun . Be reborn in the castrated oam o your ather. Oysters and mollusks widen their maws to spill pearls at your eet. You oddess, you storyteller -

Child, you are eternal. You are me, and her, and she, Mother, Maiden, Crone, our Fury makes us one.