We all come from the Goddess,
And to her we shall return,
Like a drop of rain,
Flowing to the ocean.
We all come from the Maiden,
And to her we shall return,
Like the budding flowers,
Blooming in the springtime.
We all come from the Mother,
And to her we shall return,
Like a grain of wheat,
Falling to the reapers scythe.
We all come from the Wise One,
And to her we shall return,
Like the waning moon,
Shining on the winter’s snow.