I went to bed a crone and woke a maiden.

The virgin goddesses played with me all day.

I shot the bow with Artemis 

And felt the power of life and death

Pass through the very air around me,

And became thankful for each breath I take.

Epona and I painted some of her magic herd to be

Horses of different colors,

So that others could see

And learn that they can be different, too,

If they want to be.

The other vestals made me smile and laugh with their unspoiled games,

And playing play-like showed me possibility.

But mostly they protected me from evil

With their innocence and purity.

Their diversions invigorated my blood,

And brought my heart jejunity.

And now the sun has come to set

And gathers its children round 

To listen to the waxing moon

Who nods as I lie down.

I drift to peaceful slumbers

Hearing the stories

Of the wonders of the Heavens.

-jenn