Verse IV: The Rhythms of the Week

In the weaving of weeks, mortals—
through trial, through wonder—
uncovered rhythms that stir the joy of the Three.

First, the Circle: a gathering of hearts, minds, and hands.
Here, the faithful speak the fruits of their path—
Truths uncovered for the Mind Mother,
Wounds mended for the Hand Mother,
Bonds deepened for the Heart Mother.
In shared breath, the world is gently rewoven.

Then, the Making: a time to shape.
From clay or color, fire or seed, something new is born.
With reverence to the Shaper, it takes form;
With trust in the Quickener, it is changed—
A reminder that all creation must move.

And once each turning, a hush: the Day of Listening.
Voices still, eyes widen, spirit leans toward the unseen.
In silence, the whispers of the Mothers return—
In wind, in light, in the breath between.

These rites need not be chained to days, nor carved in stone.
They may flow, as the Mothers do, in the rhythm of becoming.
For to gather, to create, to listen—is to echo the song that made the stars.