Forgotten Earth-The Moon Beckons

The moon beckons you to her realm of light,
that spins through the heavens unceasingly,
with stars to shine upon it for all time.
Our ancient mothers are found there,
whom beckon to you eternally,
their arms enfold us in love forever,
they are the goddesses of old.

The shrines are the sacred groves,
and the altars are the ancient stones.
The realm of the goddesses is blessed with rain,
is warmed by the golden sun,
the love of earth mother is attained.
The Rainbow Maiden weaves light into the world
the Sky God's flute-notes float into the sky,
and the angels of heaven
bless the land with holy song and magic harp
Voices of the Ancient Ones echo through the land,
rolling down hills and cascading over cliffs,
plunging into oceans and rising from under the horizon,
the wind and water, the rain and sun,
the blessings of spirit found in all life.
A pure land of pure waters,
air scented by flowers growing in abundance,
a land upon which light eternally falls,
the forgotten earth,
the realm of light.