The Cauldron

By Frater Mastema

The Virgin Goddess

Pace the circle left to right, raise the circle to the Light!

To thee, O virgin and virtuous,
To thee, O maiden marvellous,
To thee, O free and bounding huntress,

Truth from innocence, I do not know,
A light to carry as we go,
Lift up your veil before the shrine,
We are yours and you are mine.

From heaven, we call you to descend,
The world your glory does depend,
That from the spring from which you leap,
With your purity evil will sleep.

With words to savour so subtle and sweet,
Arrive here goddess your spirit to meet,
That with your presence of night time sun,
Our work is here dared and done.

Pace the circle left to right, raise the circle to the Light!

To thee, O mother of mystery,
To thee, O ancient harmonious tune,
To thee, O essence of nature and of creation

Mother of life, creations tunes,
Daughter Aradia sent to teach,
Your wonderful runes.

Sing and play your song,
We rise we reach,
Your rhythm makes us strong.

In voices of passion cry,
But never to preach,
And never to lie.

Pace the circle left to right, raise the circle to the Light!

To thee, O wisdom of buried cold
To thee, O nature and harvest seed,
To thee, O darkness of light

Ancient,
Dark,
Desolate,
Barren,

Dwindling nights of shadow,
A stone of coal to light the cauldron,
Brew a mix of black and cold,
To give life to the sick and old,

Of all the truth I know,
Your presence to us bestow.
Hail! Hail!
Light the trail.