PRAYER TO THE TRIUMVIRATE

Thrice I called to Thee,
and thrice was shown
the wisdom, surety and beauty
in Maiden, Mother and Crone.

Thrice my lips begged in prayers
Mother! Hold my heart
Maiden! Sing to my soul
Crone! In darkness find me

A Seeker found, a Way shown...

Sacrament in silver, blessed
Crumbs from mouths that speak Her tongue
Weary and bright, I shine with Her Light
Dreaming of psalms yet to be sung.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 673 AF.