Diana, I call upon you in shadow,
Save, lead me to strength.
In and through you do I call for the mists
of change and growth, to find me.
My arms grow weary, no longer
able to weald the bow.
My legs have become frozen in fear,
no longer able to run in the pack.

Show me the strength from you.
Strengthen my will to hunt my truths.
Knowing that pain is part of passage.
I yearn to run wild once more,
feel the fury of the hunt.
You show me my strength,
when I pay attention,
when I remember, the fire in my blood.

Open my eyes, that I may once again
follow you in truth.
Fear not, the adventure of life.
Let the fire ignite, burn within my being.
Let the wind blow harshly across my skin,
taking from me all that is unnecessary to being.
Let water heal my wounds,
and bring clarity, gentleness, and truth,
to my heart.
~Kris Dolciame~

Our Mother
Who is is the ever changing seasons
Rejoiced be Her name
The queendom come, our will be done
On earth as it could be if it were Her heaven
We have this day, to make our daily bread
And understanding our trespasses
As we will understand others
Lead us to find life
But deliver us from making judgements
For thine is the cycle, the power and the glory
For ever and ever.
Norma Joyce - 1974