I call to Hekate, who stands at the crossroad,
who stands at the city gate, who stands before
each family’s home, to watch and to ward off evil.
Bearer of torches, leader of hounds, holder of keys,
daughter of the deep earth and the starry sky,
you tread upon the path less traveled; you walk,
with certainty and without fear, in the dark night,
in the wilderness, along roads most treacherous,
among those who skirt the edges of order.
Hekate, friend of women, protector of children,
you know the perils of all the worlds, goddess,
as each world is your realm to wander. Thus do you
hold safe the home, thus do you bar the door from all ill,
thus do you drive away the baneful and the false.
Hekate, compassionate goddess, I call to you.