Swift-footed Hermes, friend of the traveler,
friend of those who find themselves far from their homes,
by will or by chance, I pray to you. Hermes,
who moves between the realms with authority and ease,
who leads men and women on their last, longest journey,
who stands at the crossroad, who watches the byways,
in you I place my trust, for by your might I know
that when I stumble I will rise again, that when
I choose my way I will choose aright. Hermes,
as I make my way through the world, whether I wander
or whether I walk my path with care, be with me.
Gracious Hestia, gentle-hearted one, soul of the home,
I call to you. In times of old, dear goddess,
all first offerings were yours, so great was your might,
so great your import, so great the need for your blessing.
Noble daughter of Kronos and broad-bosomed Rhea,
honored sister of thundering Zeus, eternal maid
who sits at the center, all honor I offer you.
I thank you for the solid walls I dwell within,
I thank you for the warm and welcoming hearth,
I thank you for the bread I break with friends and kin.
Hestia, constant tender of Olympos’ bright flame,
friend of those who keep and kindle their own hearthfire,
I thank you for making my home a sanctuary
of comfort and peace, of security and strength.
Hermes of the ready wit and the lightning smile,
wing-footed one who carries the words of the gods,
compassionate one who guides the newly-dead
to the hall of Hades and fair Persephone,
quick-thinking one who takes interest in the world
and works of mankind, whose hand we see in a run
of luck and a clever scheme, I call to you.
Hermes, bearer of the herald’s staff, your gifts are great.
You guard our homes with constancy and care,
you grant to us a portion of your own craft and wile,
you join with us when we revel and are merry,
you stand with us when we are far from home, alone.
You are ever with us, O Hermes; O god
who holds in hand the good of men, I honor you.
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.