This poem was made into a song by a Pagan musical group last year.
The Goddess' Day is done again;
She taught to make it work for good.
Her beauty adds in sun and rain,
And makes earth be as it should.
Now and again the day gone by
Is not the best it can be.
But that's no cause to cry,
For then happiness falls back on me.
Our days are ours to make, each one;
Goddess makes sure we learn how.
We make our sadness; we make our fun;
Each tomorrow can be our now.
We are taught by Her to make our own:
Our wealth, our friends, or nest.
The world is ours, as She has shown,
To ruin the land or to do our best.
The Goddess' day is done for now,
But starts again each day.
It is we who have to pull the plow,
And to win this game of life we play.