Waning Crescent

I slip away into the night,

adventurous,

reaching beyond all grasping,

welcoming union with the dark,

welcoming mystery.

wafer devoured, chalice sipped,

I seem to die:

communion with the dead,

life-serving sacrament

passed ritually

between the lips of Earth and Night.

Celebrate our shared journey

(womoon, wemoon, womban.)

Share with all whumbans

the comfort of My Mystery,

My peaceful resonance with life,

Shine with truth and courage,

and you will mirror Me, honor Me.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018