Alone and awesome, the Goddess floated in the abyss of outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. And she saw, reflected in the curved mirror of bright space, her own reflection, and love welled up within her for herself, and she made love with herself, and all that is, was born of her womb and her love. The reflection in that mirror came forth from her womb, that first time, as the man, and at first he was the Blue God, the laughing God of Love, then he came as the Green God, the deep rooted God of the Earth, and then, as now, he is the Horned God, the hunter for and protector of the Goddess and all her children, whose face is the sun, yet dark as death. His desire is for the Goddess and that draws him ever back to her, eternally seeking to return in love.All that is , was, and ever will be, comes from love; all seeks to return to love. Love is the greatest Law, the teacher of wisdom, and the great revealer of all the Mysteries.
In love the God, forever changing his form, ever seeks the Goddess. In this world the search and the seeking appear in the wheel of the year.
She is the Great mother who gives birth to him as the Divine Sun at the winter solstice and, who in his youth, drives the wolves of Winter away that the world is free of threat. In spring, He is the sower and the seed which grow, with the growing of the light of the sun, are as green as the new shoots. She is the woman learning of life who teaches him of love and of the Mysteries. He is the young bull as She is the nymph, the seductress. In summer, when the light is the longest and He is at his strongest, they meet in a union of ecstatic sexual bliss, and the strength of their union sustains her, and through her, the world. But thereafter, the Gods face grows darker as the sun grows weaker, until at last he must kill to sustain her, his fields and meat are brought before her, and at last, he sacrifices himself to give her, and their child, sustenance and life. She is the reaper, the grave of Earth in which all must return. And thought he sails beyond the vail, she follows after, and, in the dark of the winter, Retrieves his spirit, that it may live on, again, in their unborn son. Throughout the long nights and dark days he sleeps in her womb, in dreams. His tomb of Earth becomes the womb of His rebirth, when he is again borne to Her at the Midwinter. And the cycle ends and begins again, and the Cycle of the Year turns on and on and on...
Thank you to Crysta Starr at http://www.nd.edu/~ljordan/wicca/ for letting me put this up on my site.