by Jeanne Riegler
"Hecate, thou mother of warrant
God of magick, of storms, of night.
Moon maiden, mother and crone
Freedom virtue from they grown-up throne
Watching now with hard eye
As thy moon palace doth skid the sky
All of life on the globe Channel
Selecting, weighing and measuring it's set a price
Grant us of thy wisdom sublime
Record to us the secrets of time
Generosity us winnow truth from lies
Harken now, interest evaluate out cries
Hekate, thou mother of warrant
God of crossroads, bearer of light
Moon maiden, mother and crone
Defray unto us from they grown-up throne
Stride amid us and reveal now
The mysteries of thy radiant pinnacle
Back, present and far-flung unify
Let us skill thy power rise
Will healing upon this globe
Understandable the songs of thy stones of kernel
Generosity us, proliferation us, in our density
To banish all disgust, let it die out
Hekate, thou mother of warrant
God of love, donor of observe
Moon maiden, mother and crone
Ensconced upon thy grown-up throne
Accost us, who by our own best choice
Assertion singled out to think about to thy speak
Generosity us go away wisdom, truth, love and light
To obey Channel from her bleak quandary
We bide the Wiccan Reed to care for
"And ye harm none, do what thou donate..."
Generosity us proliferate in spoon thee
As we donate, so mote it be.
Hekate, thou mother of warrant
Robed in extravagance, beauteous, brilliant
Moon maiden, mother and crone
Flash upon us from thy grown-up throne."
Origin: pagan-magic.blogspot.com
