The Goddess from Glastonbury Tor

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

( A lone voice whispers)

Can you hear her faintly call / The Goddess now seated at Glastonbury Tor?

Spring / The life-giving goddess of all.

The warrior queen to emerge from / The deep depths of winter's cold.

To rally round the young and old / On the Vernal Equinox 

As Winter's toys go back in his box.

And the warm blooming of Spring can begin / As choirs of Robins sing.

With the Goddess and Queen / Sharing her life-giving rays 

To all in sight / Day or night.

Summoning forth the Purple Flame / To purge all winter's darkness that remains 

All in the Great Creator's name.

Shooting molten arrows from the midday orb / To relight the cycle and the great forge.

In the many sleeping / Awaiting her ringing yellow bells 

To break the winter's spell / When dawn's Vernal Equinox 

Cockerels sing.

Welcoming the Goddess / Great Mother 

Of all living things.

Awaiting the moment for her / To open her angel wings 

So new life can begin.

Spreading from Glastonbury Tor / To all 

With her New Year's weapons of war.

Will you hear her faint call / Once more 

And purge your soul / From winter's cold 

To be reborn.

With the blowing / Of her Great Golden

Bannerman's horn?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy