I am the waning Moon The Goddess who is fading from the land.
In the Springtime I sought my Lord And mated with him beneath the trees and stars.
At Beltaine I wed my Lord Beneath the first blossoms of the hawthorn tree.
And in the Summertime I ripened the apples in the orchards And the fruit grew round and strong Like the seed within my womb.
At the corn harvest I cut down my Lord That by his death our people might be fed.
And now in the Autumn time I descend beneath the Earth To dwell with my Lord in his dark kingdom Until our child is born.
At the Winter Solstice I will bring forth the child And renew your hope And at Imbolg I myself will return To renew the land.
I leave you, but I return to you When you see my power fade And the leaves fall from the trees When snow obliterates like death All trace of me upon the Earth Then look for me in the Moon And there in the heavens you will see the soul of me.
Soaring still amongst the stars And in the darkest time When the Moon is covered by shadow And there is no trace of me in Heaven or on Earth When you look outward and your lives seem cold and dark and barren Let not despair eat at your hearts.
For when I am hidden I am but renewing.
When I am waning I am making ready for return.
Remember my promise and look within you And there you will find the spirit of me Awaiting those who seek For by the well-spring of your being I await you always.
I am Diana in Heaven And on Earth, Persephone And within you that dark Hecate Triple am I The One in Three My body the Earth My soul the Moon And within thy innermost self The eternal spirit of me.
Charge from book Wicca: The Old Religion In The New Age_ by Vivianne Crowley.
