Light. We all depend on light.
Sunlight to grow our food,
Sunlight to warm our bodies,
A lamp to read by,
Candles for ritual,
A fire for comfort,
Moonlight and starlight for dreams and visions.
They say the moon is fickle,
But she keeps her course,
Steering her boat of dreams around the Earth,
Now a tiny fragile crescent,
Then a full glowing orb,
And sometimes she steers her boat
In front of the sun,
To remind us how much we need the light.
That moment of awe and terror,
When the moon eclipses the sun,
And those who watch below pause,
In a moment of stillness
Watching as the sun becomes a waning crescent,
Then beads of fire,
Then a corona of shining threads,
Waiting for the sun to come back,
Holding our breaths until she returns.
So we give thanks for light,
As we light our small flame,
A flame of gathering,
A flame for comfort,
A tiny sun resting in a bowl of space.
Yvonne Aburrow, 7:17 am GMT, 13 March 2015
This month’s full moon event is highly unusual. It is coupled with a total solar eclipse for the UK and much of Europe, and is a scant handful of hours from the the Northern hemisphere’s Vernal (Spring) Equinox.
Yvonne Aburrow has been a Pagan since 1985 and a Wiccan since 1991. She has an MA in Contemporary Religions and Spiritualities from Bath Spa University, and lives and works in Oxford, UK.