Treasure Island

Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

(July,1951 / Ohio)

Invocation:


Dream Rider, Sky Huntress,
I call to Thee
Moon maiden, Triadic Lady,
as of old,
your daughter names Thee

Britomartis, Korythalis,
Diana of the Groves and of Ephesus,
Mawu, Hina, Sarasvati,
Kuan Yin, and Helice, Rhiannon
Chang-O, Inanna, Ataensic, Anahite
Pele, Ceridwen, and Astarte,
Isis, Danae, Callisto-Artemis!

Touch Your daughter
here before You
Shine through her,

Moon Maiden show Your light,
flood through her,

Tide Caller, wash us in Your love,
Work through her!

Shadow-shaper, send us Your magick
Speak through her!

In our circle
Bless our workings,
Be with us here
Be with us now!



written in October '83

Submitted: Friday, May 08, 2009

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