World-wandering Hekate, night-loving goddess,
dweller in darkness, bearer of torches, between
the realms you pass with ease, made welcome in each,
made mighty in each. Whenever we move from one
place, one time, one state of being to another,
you are there to comfort us. Whenever we enter
or leave this life, you are there to carry us.
Whenever we are in fear or in need, goddess,
you are there to sustain us. Thrice-blessed Hekate,
friend of frail and fragile mortals, I honor you.

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.

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.

Dark-eyed Hekate, daughter of Asteria,
deep-hearted goddess, walker of many roads.
In the dark, in the night, you bring comfort
to those who suffer, to those who despair,
to those who are powerless, hopeless, defenseless.
At the threshold you stand, immovable,
barring all evil, safeguarding the home.
At the crossroad you stand, in that in-between
where nothing is certain and nothing is safe.
Along the edges of propriety
you go, with steady step and ready wit,
to guide and sustain those who do what they must.
In all the worlds you hold a share, on earth
and sea and sky, you move with ease among them.
Bearing torches, you light our way at night,
you lead us through shadows, you nourish our souls.
Guide of the lost, friend of the friendless,
comforter of the bereft, protector
of the stranger, the outcast, the forlorn.
warder of the door and all within,
Hekate, I thank you for needful gifts.

Hekate, deathless one, granter of comfort
and of might, enigmatic goddess,
friend of women, of those in direst need
of your protection, kind one, strong one,
holder of the home against all evil.
Hekate, ancient one, daughter of Titans,
cousin and ally of thundering Zeus,
esteemed by him above all others,
holder alone of shares in all the worlds,
receiver of crossroad offerings,
deep one, subtle one, night-wandering goddess,
guide of those whose journey takes them through dark
and hidden places, who follow paths unmarked,
unknown. Hekate, defender of those
whose suffering is greatest, companion
of those who travel through the blackest depths,
bright-haired Hekate, I honor you.