The Sacred Ceremony

A Calling to the Goddess:

I call you from the depth of my soul. A depth which is purely woman. I call you from my heart which is that of a peasant’s daughter and a princess. That of an untouched virgin, a heart-full mother, and a wise grandmother.

I offer myself to you as a daughter, a sister, and a mother. I offer myself to you as a slave, a priestess, and a harlot.

I am in this moment all that I have been in a million other lifetimes. I am each thing, I am all things.

Blessed Mother, take me now and show me the chosen path, grant me my power. For I am a woman.

He looked down at her as her eyes pierced the midnight sky. Knowing that his role here was minimal. He played the role of a God. One cycle, one circle and he was to return to the earth, each day setting and relinquishing his vibrant power to her. She was the One. Her body convulsed, dew drops sliding down her soft skin, fragranced with jasmine and lily. She was so precious, so beautiful. He was honored to help her on this night, to be a link in her becoming.

Finally, her lips ceased to chant and her eyes moved to his body. Ridged with need and desire, but waiting on the brink to relinquish control. She smiled, her body turning to liquid fire against him.

“Come to me, my lord. Tonight you are the God and I am the Goddess, complete me.”

And so he did.

(C) CS