The Threefold Goddess

A Hymn to the Maiden, Mother, and Crone

Beneath the silver light of the Moon,
Where ancient magick stirs and blooms,
Three sacred faces, one divine,
Eternal Goddess, power sublime.

The Maiden, fair with eyes of dawn,
Brings forth the hope of every morn.
She dances beneath the waxing light,
A spirit wild, a soul of flight.
She whispers dreams into the air,
Of love, beginnings, and hearts laid bare.
Her laughter echoes through the trees,
Her breath awakens every breeze.

The Mother, radiant, strong, and wise,
Holds all creation in her eyes.
She is the warmth of hearth and home,
The strength that helps the lost find home.
She nurtures life with loving hands,
And blesses all across the lands.
Her heart is deep, her power grand,
The loving force that shapes the land.

The Crone, beneath the waning Moon,
Knows every ending comes too soon.
Her wisdom carved by time and pain,
Her secrets whispered through the rain.
She guards the mysteries of the night,
And guides lost souls toward the light.
She holds the keys to what has been,
And sees beyond what eyes have seen.

Three faces, three powers, one sacred flame,
Three sacred paths, yet one divine name.
Maiden, Mother, Crone, forever bound,
In every heartbeat, they are found.

In every birth, in every death,
In every prayer and whispered breath.
Through waxing, full, and waning skies,
The Goddess lives, she never dies.

O Great Goddess, hear our plea,
In all your forms, we honor thee.
By Earth and Air, by Fire and Sea,
By Moon and Stars, so mote it be.

For you are the beginning, the end, and all between,
The eternal Goddess, forever the Threefold Queen.

Blessed Be.