Gracious Goddess,
You who are the queen of the Gods
The lamp of night
The creatress of all that is wild and free
Mother of woman and man,
Lover of the horned God
And protectress of all the Wicca,
Descend, I pray, with your lunar ray of power
upon our circle here.
Crescent one of the starry skies,
Flowered one of the fertile plain,
Flowing one of the ocean's sighs,
Blessed one of the gentle rain,
Hear my chant midst the circle's tones.
Open to you mystic light,
Wake me to your silver tones,
Be with me in my sacred rite!
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