Toiling and tending, watching and weeping,
surround me by your Spirit, as I was once held,
in the dark waters of another’s body.
Once carried and bathed, rocked and dandled
be with me as I walk this day’s road like a grown-up.
Cherish my specialness as I make my way in the crowd
Be the natural love grounding my body
because I am made in the image of you.
Be the tender gaze that sees all I do
and cannot stop loving even when I need to learn.
Be as a lioness, protectress, still but ready
for when my untamed wandering would meet with harm.
I set out in the memory and desire of your care this day.
May Mother God above me bless me with a child-like trust, simple and true.
May Grandmother Spirit smiling within me
bless me with an old wise love that has put away childish grasp.
May Mother Earth beneath me
bless me with awe and wonder at her gifts around me
as if seeing with the eyes of a child this day.
(from Tess Ward, The Celtic Wheel of the Year: Celtic and Christian Seasonal Prayers)