I light the heart's tinder
With a simple spark.
A tiny flame
That transforms the dark.

And I remember my ancestors,
Keepers of the flame.
Women of the clans,
Now their heritage I claim.

By many names
These women are known,
But they are
The Maiden,
The Mother,
The Crone.

I am their daughter,
A keeper of light
And I will bring balance
To the darkness of night.

I will tend the sacred fire
As a beacon for my kin.
A reminder to always tend
The fire which lies within.

We are keepers of the flame
And we do not stand alone
For we are the daughters
of the
Maiden,
Mother,
and
Crone.

.... Moone
(Yule 2003)

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