Lady of the Moon,
Lady of the Moon,
Come to us,
Be with us,
Lady of the Moon.
A pentagram is laid carefully on the ground, the stop chosen by an atheist, but a good friend.
As my friends and fellow believers kneel to the ground, looking up at the Goddess' beautiful creation, we begin to sing.
The gentle rhythm of our souls form one beat, slow and steady.
Our different pitches create dissonance, but the prayers sung sweetly.
We say or prayers, and bow goodbye, remembering our beautiful lullaby.
I stand and say, my eyes locked on the moon, "Blessed be the Way."
My friends repeat, and we wander off into the dark of the woods, guided by the light of the moon.
We approach a fence, our parting place.
"Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again." I say, and run off to my home, among civilization.
