Lady, Upon the ferment of the restless seas You were born; motherless, fatherless, primordial of the sea.
Your realm is of pleasure and the moment-ephemeral; Your anger quick as a summer storm and as quickly spent.
In loveliness of spirit all may share in Your delight -the mystery is the evolving self- fathomless, transient.
Your flame burns bright in those who love You, Your rituals endure.
Thanks to Thee Bright Maiden for Thy care, for green laughter and fire0edged dew, and for Thy blessing, a most precious jewel.
-The Book of Hours by Galen Gillotte