I am the waning moon,
The Goddess who is fading from the land,
When you see my power fade
And the leaves fall from the trees;
When snow obliterates like death,
All trace of me upon the earth.
Then look for me in the Moon,
And there in the heavens you will see the soul of me
Soaring still amongst the stars.
When I am hidden, I am renewing
When I am waning I am making ready for my return
Remember my promise and look within you,
And there you will always find the spirit of me.
May we all be blessed with a loving and peaceful week.
Love and hugs Lynn xx