“My child, why do you weep?”
“My Goddess, you have grown so tired; I fear you do not have much time, and you will leave like all do. And I will be alone without your guidance!”
“Dear one, have I become so old in eyes so young? Oh, do not fear, my child!” For it is true; winkles now grace my face, and silver has weaved itself into my hair. But death will not take me for I keep a cycle that circles with no end.”
The Crone is who I am…
“We start with a Quickening felt very deep within
But for now…
The sacrifice is at hand, reap with sorrow I must,
The season has shifted and the thin veil has been lifted.
For I am Goddess: Maiden, Mother and Crone!
You can do one thing for me, as you grow my child. Keep me in your heart and carry my love with you as you live… the life… that you… were gifted!”