As the sun rises in the east,
As it sets on the Western Shore
Your name — Exalted One —
Rings out on the tongues of all.
As the snake rises from below the rock,
I will not strike it,
Nor it strike me —
For we are sisters.
You make your path across skies of blue,
Gray, and orange —
For you cover the world.
And we, down below, who feel your warmth,
We keep your flame.
Our hearths are ever open to your presence
And we light the bonfires when the time is right.
For the sun is eternal,
And so are you.
[Hayley Arrington earned her Master of Arts in women’s spirituality from the Institute of Transpersonal Psychology, where she wrote her thesis, Celtic Solar Goddesses: From Goddess of the Sun to Queen of Heaven. A poet since childhood, she writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. Her writings have been published in SageWoman magazine, The Global Goddess Oracle, and Folk Horror Revival: Corpse Roads. Current writings can be found at her blog, http://loathlylady.wordpress.com. Initiated into the Twilight Wiccan tradition, she is very active in Twilight Spiral Coven. Hayley was born and raised in the suburbs of Los Angeles, where she still lives with her husband, David and their son, Stephen.]