O now is the time of the Harvest As we draw near to the years end Now is the time of Mabon Autumn is the time to descend
Old Woman waits patiently for us At the threshold of the labyrinth within She offers her hand that we may understand The treasures that await at journey's end
O Great Mother has given of Her body We give thanks for Her fruit and Her grain We then clear the fields so that next harvest's yields Will be full and abundant again.
Old Woman leads us through the darkness Our most ancient and trusted of friends She carries the light of spiritual insight And leads us to our wisdom once again
And as we journey through the darkness And as we continue to descend We learn to let go of what obscures our soul And re-discover our true being in the end
