Good Hekate of the crossroad, you receive
due offerings where three paths meet, you watch the ways
with diligence and care, you see who passes by
and you know where they wander, where they make their homes.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Hekate who roams the moonless night, who walks
in the dark with grace and certainty, light-bearing goddess
whose torches burn bright but never burn away,
you are a lamp in the window, a beacon of hope.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Hekate who travels freely through all the worlds,
who holds a share in each, who alone is mistress
of sky, sea and sod, to all doors you hold the key,
goddess; to all destinations you know the way.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Blessed Hekate of the depths, you make your way
to the afterworld, swift of step and free of fear,
to keep company with Persephone, your dear
friend and playmate, in flowered fields or shadowed halls.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Wrathful Hekate, constant friend of the troubled,
the damaged, the frail; savior of the humble
and the helpless, of those who are wronged by the cruel
and the strong, your fury falls on all who prey on the weak.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Tender-hearted Hekate, watcher over
women, nurse of the young, who guards the threshold,
whose image once stood at every door, touched with prayerful
hands by those who passed, words of reverence on their lips.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.