Great Crone
of the Longest, Darkest Night,
we heed your call to slow our pace,
to shed the busy, buzzing weight
and find our way to sacred space.
In the stillness,
may we hear
the whispers of our truest selves,
the chord of the genuine that waits within.
Grant us the courage to descend,
to walk along winter’s aching edges,
to steep in solace, to restore,
to let our weary pieces mend.
Wrap us in your mantle of rest,
in this cave of quiet,
in this chalice of trust.
May we surrender to your rhythms,
and rise renewed,
our hope relit.
For in this season of descent,
we find the seeds of rebirth.
Great Crone,
Winter’s Queen,
we honor your call
to rediscover the sacred
in the earth
and in ourselves.
May we embrace the invitation of winter,
to rest,
restore,
and reconnect with the genuine.
May it guide us
to the wellspring of renewal
that lies at the heart
of this darkest season.
After our weekly live community practices, I weave together a “compilation prayer” based on the ideas, themes, and readings shared during the week’s practice. This is this week’s prayer.
