O now is the time of the Harvest
As we draw near to the years end
Now is the time of Mabon
Autumn is the time to descend

Old Woman waits patiently for us
At the threshold of the labyrinth within
She offers her hand that we may understand
The treasures that await at journey's end

O Great Mother has given of Her body
We give thanks for Her fruit and Her grain
We then clear the fields so that next harvest's yields
Will be full and abundant again.

Old Woman leads us through the darkness
Our most ancient and trusted of friends
She carries the light of spiritual insight
And leads us to our wisdom once again

And as we journey through the darkness
And as we continue to descend
We learn to let go of what obscures our soul
And re-discover our true being in the end