Alysson deMerel's Poetry

A TG Daily Prayer

Oh Goddess,
I stand before Thee, naked in my despair.
A Man strong of limb,
yet less than a Woman's gentle worth.

Oh Maiden,
without hope of Thine future,
like Thy warrior temperament,
untempered and without hope,
barren I must remain.

Oh Mother,
of Thine flesh am I created,
in image unlike Thine own.
Without thine fertile self,
nor Thy nururing love.

Oh Agéd Wise One,
Thy withered flesh bears testimony,
of the fruit Thou has't born.
Fruit denied me by mine own creation,
and by the Nature bestowed on me.

Oh Huntress,
Lady who art completion of the cycle of life,
bring Thine change to me,
for without thy power I am yet incomplete.
Mine is the power to plough, and never to gently reap.

Oh Goddess,
naked in my despair I pray to Thee,
hold me gentle in Thine arms,
and bless me with Thy power,
that which sets Thee apart from what I am.
That which brings forth the fruit.

Oh Thrice crownéd Goddess,
make me the flower and not the bee.
In the God's image I am made,
I implore thee -
remake me in thine own.

Oh Blessed Goddess,
Make me a part of Thee.

So mote it be.
So mote it be.
So mote it be.