Maiden. Mother. Crone.

I am she who has no name

and a thousand names.

I am the Virgin,and the unicorn

sleeps in my lap; the crescent moon

bends to my bowstring.

This is my sacred grove,

my maiden bower.

Here I hunt the deathless quarry,

Here I run the restless race,

Here you may glimpse my foot

and dance with my shadow.

Here you may dream.

I am she who has no face
and a thousand faces.
I am the Mother, and my belly
is big with the moon, live
with the fishes of the sea.
This is my grove, my sacred grove,
my birthing bed.
Here I ride the stag into dawn,
Here I blossom to the bee,
Here  you may drench yourself in my dew
and bathe in a fountain of milk.
Here you may drink.

I am she who has no secret
and a thousand secrets.
I am the Crone, and the snake
coils round my arm; the sickle moon
lies ready to hand.
This is my grove,my sacred grove,
my burial chamber.
Here I gather my harvest,
Here I draw down the darkness,
here you may seek me or seek to escape
and still find my gates.
Here you may die.

Invocation by Elizabeth Cunningham

Adornments by Mermaiden Creations