Give me the strength I need.
Dark mother goddess of the underworld mountain wondering queen of witches.
Hekate frequenter of graveyards crossroads and liminal spaces keeper of the keys.
Psychopomp guide of souls take my loved ones hand.
Protect her with your hounds
Wrap your saffron cloak around her shelter her.
Goddess of the places betwixt and between places where I find comfort places I belong safe places.
Under the avenues of Yews I hear your voice in the breeze as I wonder amongst the solitude of the tombstones and the trees you are there beside me your saffron cloak billowing in the breeze.
Along narrow dirt paths of our beautiful mountain I see your beauty in trickling streams in budding shoots, rotting tree stumps decaying flesh picked by the crows and Ravens.
Reminders of the infinite circles of life and death.
I stand by your cross road next to the rushing terrifying power of the river I am reminded of a women’s strength.
Of the strength within me. Passion I bide my time and hold my words.
I am reminded that I am part of you and you of me.
I leave offerings of honey and eggs I light incense in your honour.
Thank you as always you are there when I need strength and wisdom.
I stand alone and watch the smoke trace its way above me above us towards the stars into the universe.
Essence of miracles home to the light divine, source of all.
I hold onto your mother as you lift high your torch unlock the mysteries that guide me through the shadows.
Back to myself the universe never ending unconditional love to you.
Mother you guide us home.
Bless me mother for I am your child.