Image of full moon through trees

Moon Blessings

By Susan Morgaine

I lay upon my bed

Beneath the window, shade raised

Bathed in the moonlight

I am blessed

 

I hear her as

She calls to me

I slip silently from my bed

and out the door

 

I feel the grass, cold and damp

beneath my feet

as I walk toward my sacred circle

illuminated by her radiance

 

I close my eyes,

lift my head, open them

She is there

in all of Her shining beauty

 

I feel my eyes glistening

as I gaze upon Her,

bringing Her into myself,

Her light, Her energy.

 

I quietly return to bed

Beneath the window, shadow raised

Bathed in Her moonlight

I am blessed.


Susan Morgaine is a Priestess, Witch, Healer, Writer, Yogini, Women’s Empowerment Coach.   Her writings can be found on her blog at PaganPages.org, The Girl God Anthologies, “Whatever Works: Feminists of Faith Speak” and “Jesus, Mohammed and the Goddess,” and “Inanna’s Ascent,”  as well as Mago Publications, “She Rises, Volume 2″ and “Celebrating Seasons of the Goddess.”  She has also been published in Jareeda and SageWoman magazines. She long been involved in Goddess Spirituality and Feminism, teaching classes, workshops and groups within MA and RI.  Her website is MysticalShores.com and she can be reached at MysticalShores@gmail.com.


Moonlight noise” by Jordi Armengol is licensed under CC BY 2.0

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