Prayer
to Don,
The
First Mother
"Lady
of all enchantment
And Queen
of all that liveth,
Let Thy
love enfold this earthly orb
Even as
the deep of night is clothed
By the
glow from out Thy lantern pale.
Impart
a blessing to all creation -
To all
who bear us love,
To all
who wish us ill;
To all
who know Thee not,
To all
Thine own who ever remember -
Thy children
who are close kindred
With the
falcon and doe,
The silver
fir, the bloom of a day
And the
lofty crags
Of many
a boundless aeon.
And to
these our many brethren
We speed
our love mingled with Thine.
May we
ever have
The white
sea foam as comrade,
The stars
and unseen breeze
As friends
and kin.
Yea all
are threads
Within
the one vast cloak
Of Thee
the hidden Mother
And High
Queen.
And as
our blood is one
With sap
of sycamore and elm.
Help
us remember that
All are
truly one.
Tis a
common tongue we speak,
Though
the wave has its whisper,
The wind
its own sigh,
The lip
of man its word
And the
heart of woman its silence."
(inspired by
a passage from William Sharp)
Copyright © Gareth
Pengwerin 1968
PRAYERS