Priest stands before Priestess.
Priest: Dark is the night as we reach this turning point. Here is a time of death; yet a time of birth
Covener: Endings and beginnings
Covener: Ebbing and flowing
Covener: A journey done; a journey yet to start
Covener: Let us honor now the Crone-Mother darksome and devine.
Covener: Let us give of our strength and in return see rebirth.
Priest: Behold, the lady of Darkness, Mother, Grandmother. Old yet ever young.
Priestess slowly raises her head and spreads her arms outwards and upwards
All kneel
Priestess: Hear me! Honor me and love me now and always. As the wheel turns we see birth, death and rebirth. Know, from this, that every end is a beginning. Every stop a fresh starting point. Maiden, Mother, Crone. I am all of these and more. Whenever you have need of anything call upon me. I, and my Lord, are here, for I abide within you all. Even at the darkest of times, when there seems no single spark to warm you and the night seems blackest of all, I am here, watching and waiting to grow with you, in strength and in love. I am she who is at the beginning and the end of all time. So Mote It Be
ALL: So Mote It Be
Priestess folds her arms again. There is a moment or two of silence