Life's Dance by Mary Lyons

The Maiden starts a timid dance,
Her Consort proud in youthful stance.
They follow the sun's warming light,
Continued in the arms of a moon bright.
 
The meadow is their wedding bower,
Their blanket is a field of flowers.
The trees over head shield their play,
Before them nectar drips in golden array.

Blessings on the Earth they have gained,
Fertility flows with the shimmering rain.
New life in abundance has begun,
Stretching ever upwards toward the Sun.
 
Now in a Mother's warm embrace,
Fed on the milk of this familiar place.
The cycle of life begins anew,
From Maiden, to Mother, to Wisdom's review.
 
We are her children, to Her we are led,
From Her we are nurtured and we were fed.
All life dances to Her sweet song of romance,
As Maiden once more She starts Her dance.
 
Mary Lyons
April '08