Cerridwen – Welsh; goddess of death, initiation,
inspiration, magic, regeneration. Known as a moon
goddess, Great Mother, and grain deity; wife of the
giant Tegrid. She brewed a magical potion of wisdom
in her cauldron, and forced the young Taliesin to
stir it for a year and a day. When he accidentally
swallowed the last three drops, he was transformed
into a bard. Welsh bards once called themselves
Cerddorion, “sons of Cerridwen,” meaning they
received their initiation from Cerridwen herself.
Variants: Caridwen, Ceridwen.
Jesus and Cerridwen
Jesus and Cerridwen sit in the All.
Cerridwen looking in her crystal ball.
Jesus, you’re certainly the love of us all.
Have you yet heard your daughter’s call.
You’ll look upon them one day.
In a moment, the All led astray.
Confused and broken, until your return.
Here to your mother, where your heart doth yearn.
Remember your path, remember it well.
The day is soon coming, it’s your turn, tell.
Tell of your life, as it flies by your mind.
In that precise moment, pray Lord I am kind.
There you’ll see it, in a letter unsigned.
From within your soul, self designed.
©The Angel Productions December 5/2005
Somehow this one will always feel a tad…
C’est la vie