Hymn to Hekate and Hermes

Maiden of Three Faces, walking under the veil of Starry Nyx, you do lead the troubled souls to their rightful end.  You who are Bright Shining, carry the torch which illuminates the path to the Underworld.

Gather Your retinue, and with Your hounds, traverse the fields and cities of men, snatching all who would deign to stumble before You, Great Goddess.

O Terrible Hekate, who carries the keys to the crossroads, through which all magic flows, Your power can be both boon and blight upon those who seek for Your knowledge.  But where there is terror, there is also grace, and the desire to heal before the desire to curse.

Yours is the power of Earth and Sea and Sky, all boundless and free, unfettered by the chains of ego, which so commonly binds the will of men.  And Your inheritance is the bright intellect of Phoebe, from whom You descend, which is a beacon for those who, through right action, wish to serve and preserve Your sphere in this world.

Guide us, Hekate, as only You may guide us, for we are but children floating in the grace of the Gods.

And with Your Consort, Winged Hermes, who leads the souls of the contented dead to their rightful end, the balance of the living and the dead is preserved.

Hermes, who is called Psychopompos, shepard of men, and guide of the souls to their place in the Underworld, You are well loved and well respected.  To You do we call for aid when traveling all manner of roads, and it is You who ferries us to safe abodes when Hekate walks the land.

All boundaries are Your domain, and You preside over them with skill and humor, Blessed Hermes.  From the far reaches of outward adventure, to the inner spaces of self-assessment, You are with us in our bewilderment.

From the moment we open our eyes as free beings, blessed with conscious thought, to the moment we take Your hand at the end of our days, Hermes, You are beside us, granting both luck and obstacles to strengthen our steps upon the roads of life.

Hermes of the Ways, Bringer of Luck, Trickster who benefits men with Your wile and daring, be as a kind face, aiding when You can, and teaching all the while of the threats we face as mortals, that we might face them, not with fear coiling in our hearts, but with acceptance and the will to overcome.

Such is Your boon, Patron of Thieves, who judges not the actions of men more than You judge their hearts.  When light ceases to touch our senses, and the deep expanse of death opens before us, we will seek for you, Blessed Hermes.

And if we do not, if we become as the restless dead wandering the roads and the wilds bestowing terror upon all who cross our paths, may we soon find the company of Hekate, Your Consort, for no matter which of You shows us the way, the final road leads to the peace we all seek in life, but may only find in death.

Hail to the Great Gods of the Roads, Guides of Souls, and Companions of Death! Hail to Hekate and Hermes!  Hail and Praise!

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