By Autumn Rose
Lady, you were the dream of Earth before the Earth was formed, and you will be the memory of Earth when the Earth no longer exists. You are the Spirit which indwells the Earth that is. You are the womb from which all earthly life emerges, and you are the tomb to which the dead of Earth return. You are the fountain from which we drink, and you are the garden in which we pluck our sustenance. You are the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone, turning like a wheel from birth to birth, ancient beyond memory, yet ever young. Praise to you, Lady, Goddess, Queen!
Great Sun, you are the Lord of Worlds; the planets with their moons, the asteroids and the comets are your courtiers. You are the bright star of the daytime heavens. You are the heat that rescues from cold and death, and you are the light that rescues from darkness and fear. You are the blaze of revelation and you are the glow of knowledge. You are the newborn God, and you are the Champion and Hero. You are the beloved of Earth, the center of her universe, and from you she does not stray. You are her husband; your embrace brings her to fruitfulness. As she is the Mother, so you are the Father of earthly life. Praise to you, Sun God, Lord and King!