Sacred to Isis our mother the Moon <br />Ancient companion and daughter of Earth <br />Waxing and waning she marks out our days, <br />Changes our moods and the flux of our blood. <br />Mistress of tides of the sea’s ebb and flow, <br />Lantern of light in the darkness of night, <br />Let us give praise to her beauty and grace, <br />Lovely and slim as a maiden when young <br />Golden and splendid she shines at the full. <br />See how she sails through the clouds up above <br />Graceful and calm like a galleon she rides <br />Breasting the billows of night’s flowing tides. <br />Goddess so beautiful, goddess of love, <br />Many have worshipped her down through the years, <br />‘Luna’, ‘Diana’, ‘Astarte’ the names <br />Given to praise all her beautiful forms. <br />Harvest moon, hunter’s moon, crescent or full, <br />who is immune to her magical spell? <br />Queen of all heaven, she reigns up above, <br />Come and behold her in reverence and love. <br /> rev.8/6/05<br /><br />Pete Crowther<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-to-the-moon/
