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This is a prayer I wrote to the Divine Feminine. She is my center she is the reason the world is here. Without divine feminine there is nothing. It is balance, the moon, the goddess, the magic.
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O Mother of Moonlight, Veil of the Deep,
Cradle my sorrows where silence can sleep.
You who are ocean, and ember, and flame,
Who births the stars and knows each by name
Let your breath ripple through marrow and bone,
Teach me to soften, to stand all alone.
Not broken, but open, like petals at dawn,
Held in the hush of your evergreen song.
You are the whisper that stirs every seed,
The pulse in the blood, the ache and the need.
You are the cycles, the spiral, the tide,
The shadow that dances, the voice that will guide.
I call to you, Weaver of wisdom and womb,
From garden to grave, from silence to bloom.
Unravel what binds me, untangle my fears,
Wash me in rainlight and gather my tears.
Teach me to love with the whole of my being,
To honour the seen and cherish the seeing.
Make of my body a vessel, a shrine
A flame in the darkness, a sigil, a sign.
With every breath, I remember your name:
Divine, unbroken, eternal flame.
So may it be, in night and in morn
In your sacred image, I am reborn.
This is a prayer I wrote to the Divine Feminine. She is my center she is the reason the world is here. Without divine feminine there is nothing. It is balance, the moon, the goddess, the magic.
Just click Add to Cart and once you have purchased the item you will receive a link which will direct you to the site you can edit the text and background.
O Mother of Moonlight, Veil of the Deep,
Cradle my sorrows where silence can sleep.
You who are ocean, and ember, and flame,
Who births the stars and knows each by name
Let your breath ripple through marrow and bone,
Teach me to soften, to stand all alone.
Not broken, but open, like petals at dawn,
Held in the hush of your evergreen song.
You are the whisper that stirs every seed,
The pulse in the blood, the ache and the need.
You are the cycles, the spiral, the tide,
The shadow that dances, the voice that will guide.
I call to you, Weaver of wisdom and womb,
From garden to grave, from silence to bloom.
Unravel what binds me, untangle my fears,
Wash me in rainlight and gather my tears.
Teach me to love with the whole of my being,
To honour the seen and cherish the seeing.
Make of my body a vessel, a shrine
A flame in the darkness, a sigil, a sign.
With every breath, I remember your name:
Divine, unbroken, eternal flame.
So may it be, in night and in morn
In your sacred image, I am reborn.