beantighe
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The Goddess lives in my GardenThe Goddess lives in my garden
She brings life to the plants and the trees
She nurtures the roots and the flowering shoots
That give nectar and food for the bees.
As Maiden She dances on sunbeams,
As Mother She brings all to bear,
As Crone She destroys what has come to an end
And rules over the dark of the year.
Her Consort, the Green Man, is waking;
He's known as the Jack in the Green;
In Springtime they play, chasing winter away,
And at Beltane He makes Her his Queen.
In Autumn the fruit of their union
Hangs heavy from bushes and trees;
But the God's work is done with the weakening Sun -
At the first chill of winter He flees.
And now in the cold and the darkness
The Goddess presides all alone;
Resting deep in the mound o'er the snow-muffled ground,
Bright Maiden transformed into Crone.
The Goddess lives in my garden,
She gives me a sense of release;
I forget all my cares when She visits me there,
In my little oasis of peace.
(c) Beantighe 2008
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