"When will I see you, Mabon, my son?
When will I kiss you, my pretty one?
' When the ages turn round at the brink of the sun,
When the birds at the wellhead have ended their song.' "
___ Caitlin Mathews, "Mabon's Journey"
This song is a dialogue between Modron and Mabon, respectively, the divine Mother and Son of British tradition. Mabon is eternally lost, taken from Modron's side when he was a baby - and just as eternally rediscovered and released.
Human need and sacred response are the two voice of their dialogue - a dialogue mirrored in our own. There is locked within us something so deep and sacred that we often feel we have lost or mislaid the key to the treasure. If we could see it, it would look like a child: simple, innocent, powerful as a shaft of light.
We may have ceased to search for this lost child long years ago; we may feel unworthy to call up the deep, sacred appearance of our own soul, believing that it will no longer answer so soiled a need as our own. And yet that part of us which Modron, an urgent mother in search of her child, still rises when the need is strongest, descending to the darkest places, rousing any one will aid her quest for her child, the soul.
At the sharpest edge of need, Mabon still returns, down every age of the world, bearing a bright sword to defend the right. The integral innocence of the soul that lives within us cannot help but shine like a mirror, like a child whose innocence turns away harm.
"Commune with the innocence of your own soul. Visualize what your soul might look like."
[From: "The Celtic Spirit" by Caitlin Matthews]
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