Praise to You, Mighty Queen!

Words are one of my strongest gifts, yet it so often seems I fail to find the best words when it is most important. Maybe it's not my failure. Maybe there simply cannot be "best words" for things so intensely personal that they weren't to be commonly communicated.

So I make offerings...

I tend Your shrine.

I play my instrument at the three-way crossroads.

I speak of the animals sacred to You.

I pray my beads.

I draw Your symbols.

I tend my garden.

And O, Mighty Queen, how I see Your terrifying power! Most honored Hekate, I see so much and still know it to be so little, for Your power is eternal and free of limitations!

I thank You, Most Gracious Queen!

The road is dark and difficult to walk. But there You are, and Your torches bring safety and light. Thank You, Queen! Thank You, Mother! Thank You, Hekate!