In this adventure of living
Are the Seasons of Life:
The dark and the light,
Silence and Creation,
And the Mystery of the Unknown.
In all, the Divine Mother is present.
Deep Crimson,
Is the Love of the Unfurling Rose,
Gentle yet powerful,
With a scent that you cannot forget.
Petals may fall, but they are born again
In bud and full blossom,
Reborn in the Eternal Cycle;
As on Earth, so in Heaven.
We know Her as chalice and fruited vine,
As all the beauty of the green Earth,
As rivers and vast spaces,
As the Invisible Certainty
Of Eternal Love.
We know Her.
