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by Miss Attention Span (
at March 28th, 2006 (08:53 pm)
Hymn to the Morrigan by Isaac Bonewits
O Morrigan, we call your name Across the dusty years.
You speak to us, of blood and lust. You show us all our fears.
You are a goddess, old and wise. Of holy power you have no dearth.
Beneath your wings : Black, Red and White, We learn of death and birth.
You walk about, this ancient land, Your hungers raw and clear.
You make the crops, grow rich and strong, As well your geese and deer.
A flirting maid, a lusty hag, A mother of great girth :
Without the touch of your black wings, We cannot heal the earth.
You float upon, a blood red wave, Of swords and spears and knives.
Your voice inspires, fear and dread, That you'll cut short our lives.
You try the warriors', courage sore, Our inner souls unearth.
Without the touch of your red wings, We cannot know our worth.
You fly above the silver clouds, To Manannan's shining Gate.
You lead the dead along that path, To meet our final fate.
The joke's on us, we find within, A land of laughter and of mirth.
Without the touch of your white wings, We cannot have rebirth.
"The Great Queen"
Morrigan was one of the greatest "negative" archetypal Mothergoddesses of the irish celtoi.
She is a goddess of war, death, prophecy and passionate love.
Together with Badb and Macha she build a triad of three warlike goddesses.
Her Signs and Symbols
Sacred animal: Cow and Mare, Raven and Crow
Ford of a river
The Colors RED and BLACK.
Weapons like spears,swords and shields.
Around and About
From the east, the air brings wisdom, From the south, the fire brings creation, From the west, the water brings love, From the north, the earth brings stability, From the center, Spirit brings blessings.,