I praise Mother Gaia, who brought to life
all who live upon the earth, creator of gods,
of mortal men and beasts. Gaia, all your children
are dear to you, all will you defend from abuse
and oppression. Gaia, you are mighty,
you are kind, you provide for us what we most need–
the food that sustains us, the air that we breathe–
and yet you are firm, you show us the simple truth
of our existence, the slightness of our lives:
the grass grown tall between the cracks in the road,
the moss that clings to brick and stone, the vine that climbs
the walls of men until they crumble, all these are yours.
Gaia, most ancient and most revered goddess,
you are our source of life and reason for right living.
In all ways I honor you, for all gifts I thank you.
Beautiful Eros, ever-young, ever-fair,
your eyes, so dark, so ancient, pierce the soul
as your golden darts pierce the heart. Light-hearted god,
teacher of harsh lessons, giver of precious gifts,
through you do we find our best selves, through you do we show
our worst faces; if ever we are good and decent,
if ever we are greedy and cruel, it will be
for the sake of love and desire. In your realm,
sharp-shafted Eros, do we show ourselves true.
Before you, O Eros, we are all weak, and all strong.
I call to you, kind Hekate, watchful daughter
of far-seeing Asteria, torch-bearing goddess,
night-wanderer, pale and fair as the moonflower.
Hekate of the three ways, goddess of the crossroad,
keen-eyed one, you see clearly what others overlook.
Hekate of the three realms, goddess who holds
a stake in all the worlds, all within are yours to stir.
Gentle of touch and firm of hand, Hekate,
leader of the ghostly train, the barking of dogs
marks your passage, the shining of stars lights your path.
Hekate who is the companion of those who who walk
the bounds of light and dark, I praise and honor you.
I call to Hermes, god of the marketplace,
god of the the deal, from whose hands fall shining coins.
I call to Hestia, goddess of the home,
goddess of good management, who knows the ways of thrift.
Grant me a keen eye to spot a bargain, I pray;
grant that I know false economy from true.
Grant me the craft to repair what is broken,
grant me the sufficiency to save for what may come.
Grant me the wisdom to live with care, O gods,
the discipline and skill to live within my means;
grant me the wit to know my needs and my desires,
grant me the judgment to know the difference.
Beautiful, black-eyed Nyx, cloaked in darkness,
older than old, daughter of misty Chaos,
mother of great and mighty spirits, I call to you.
Ever-present one, you live in the shadows;
we know you in the dusk, in the comfort of the night.
Broad-winged Nyx, you clasp the hand of bright Hemera
each eve and morn, you greet her with love and sorrow
for only in those moments may you embrace your child.
Goddess, awesome one, in your realm are we all
unblemished, in your realm do lovers’ promises
ring true, in your realm are all things possible,
if only until daybreak. Nyx, I honor you.
Dionysos, god whose arrival is swift
and certain, enduring friend of women and men
whose welcome is warm, bringer of light, we see you
in shadows. Dionysos, granter of great blessings,
your presence is a heady wine. Kind-hearted god,
to each you give as is fitting, each vessel you fill
only as we can bear, and yet with even a sip
we are drunk upon you, and our faith is affirmed.
Awesome god, by our own will we drink deeply,
with you we become lost, we wander, we are found.
Demeter of the furrowed field, bearer of sheaves,
bearer of sorrow, I pray to you. Goddess,
dear to you is the deep earth, the seed within the soil,
the heavy-headed grain; dearer still your daughter,
for whose sake you would turn away from all whose lives
are bound to your gifts. In this as in all things,
O goddess, do we honor your necessity;
we know well, Demeter, what we owe to your might
and good will. Goddess of harvests, you sustain
our bodies; mother of mysteries, you ennoble
our spirits, you ready us for sweet Elysium.
Gracious Demeter, I pray for your favor.
Bright-helmed Ares, strong of arm and stern of visage,
firm of stance, unyielding of will, ever ready
to face any foe, to hold the line against
all who may come, to battle until the end.
Ares, son of noble Zeus and wise Hera,
cherished by golden Aphrodite, honored
by those who call on you for strength and courage,
in the north were you much honored in times of old,
in Thrace and Thessaly were you held in esteem
by those whose lives were harsh, whose world was stony,
whose comforts were hard-won. Ares who answers
the prayers of the despairing, I honor you.
I praise bright-eyed Nemesis, daughter of dark-cloaked Nyx,
Nemesis who watches, who knows whenever
we have done harm, who makes certain that all evil
is punished, that all who are guilty receive their due.
Swift-winged Nemesis, bearer of the apple branch,
in days of old were you well honored, goddess,
by those who suffered the losses and pains of love;
many were the false-hearted lovers who felt your wrath.
Fair-minded Nemesis, just one, unyielding one
you are the firmest foe of cruel and violent men,
you are the avenger of the wronged, the disperser
of right reward. Nemesis, I honor you.
Persephone, glorious goddess, fair one
with hair that flows like ripened grain, eyes that catch
the clear blue sky, a smile sweet yet shadowed,
O light-footed one who dances in flowered fields,
I praise you. Persephone, lovely one who knows
the feel of sun on skin, who knows as well the press
of cold stone against warm flesh, in the world
of the living, no maid is so alive as you.
In the world of the dead, Persephone, you reign
as queen, crowned with riches unsurpassed, enthroned
in splendor, honored above all others. Goddess,
child of the earth, bride of the darkness, I honor you.