Mother sublime and supernal,
again and again You pour out
upon me Your bounty.
With each turn of the season You
vouchsafe to me some gift
without which I would be left wanting.
My spirit gropes feebly toward Your brightness;
You instruct my desire, asI
am but a child. reaching for her Mother.
Always You hold out Your hand to steady me
and rejoice my growth and understanding.
World-Mother of us all
to You I offer gratitude and praise.
The Book Of Hours: Prayers to the Goddess
By Galen Gillotte