To the Goddess named -
Erce
Erce, Erce, Erce, Erce, Erce, Erce,
eorthan modor, Mother of Earth. . .
h‘l wes thu folde, Hail to Thee, Earth
fira modor! Mother of men!
beo thu growende
grow and bring forth
on Godes f‘thme. in
god's embrace.
Old English charm for restoring fertility to the land
quoted in The Lost Gods of England, p 77, by Brian Branston
To the Goddess named -
Eris
Discord!
Dire sister of the slaught'ring power,
Small at
Her birth, but rising, rising ev'ry hour;
While
scarce the skies Her horrid head can bound,
She stalks
on Earth and shakes the world around.
But lovely
Peace in angel form
Descending
quells the rising storm,
Soft ease
and sweet content shall reign
And Discord
never rise again.
`Discord! Dire sister' lyric (anonymous)
set as a glee by Samuel Webbe.
"300 years of English Partsongs",
edited by Paul Hillier. p.
38.
To The Goddess named -
Gaia
Mother
of us all, Oldest of all,
hard, splendid, as rock,
Whatever there is that is of the land
It is She who nourishes it,
It is
Earth that I sing.
Whoever you are,
Howsoever you come across Her sacred
ground,
you of the sea, you that fly,
It is She that nourishes you.
She,
out of Her treasures.
Beautiful children, beautiful harvests,
They
come from Her bounty.
The
giving of life itself, the taking of it back
to or from anyone, is under Her charge...
Now,
Mother of gods, Bride of the sky in stars,
Farewell:
But if
you liked my song, give me this life too,
and in my other songs, I will remember you.
Adapted
from: "The Hymn to the Earth",
p. 1 Homeric Hymns,
translated by Charles Boer.
To The Goddess named -
Gaia
Some
people say the real name of
Mother Earth is Gaia.
Some say she's gonna
heal . . .
Well now
Gaia:
Must be a
new age comin'
Must be comin' on . . .
There's a
new moon,
And my
first born daughter's
Birthed a
daughter of her own.
Well now
Gaia:
Must be a
new age comin'
Must be comin' on . . .
Since I'm
still here,
I can sow
some wild oats
In the
new age comin' on . . .
Think
they'll grow well
In the ridges there are
Between these people and those . . .
Think
they'll grow well
In the
bright white spaces
Between these words and those . . .
Well now
granddaughter:
It's still
a planet where
We're
learning from the river stones . . .
Well now
Gaia:
Must be a
new age comin'
I can
feel it in my bones:
I can
feel it in my bones.
"Must be a New Age Comin'"
by Jane Radcliffe,
who says:
Try this
out loud with a beat: maybe clapping your hands and moving
around if you fill like it. . . If there are other people
around,
ask them to join in. Source: People Say I'm
Crazy.
To
the Goddess named -
Hat-Hor
1.
All
hail, jubilation to you, O Golden One,
Sole
ruler, Uraeus of the Supreme Lord himself!
Mysterious One
Who
gives birth to the divine entities,
Forms the animals,
Models them as She pleases,
Fashions men...
O Mother!...
Luminous
One who thrusts back the darkness,
Who illuminates
every human human creature with Her
rays,
Hail, Great One of many names...
You from
whom the divine entities come forth
In
this your name of Mut-Isis!
You-who-cause the throat to breathe...
In this your name of Tefnut!
O Neith who appeared in your barque
In this your name of Mut!
O Venerable Mother,
You who subdue your adversaries
In
this your name of Nekhebet!
O
You-who-know-how-to-make-right-use-of-the-heart ,
You
who triumph over your enemies
In this your name of Sekhmet!
It is the Golden One...
The lady
of drunkenness, of music, of dance,
Of
frankincense, of the crown of young women,
Whom
men acclaim because they love Her!
It is
the Gold of the divine entities,
Who comes forth at Her season,
In the month of Epiphi,
The day of the new moon,
At the
festival of `She is Delivered'...
Heaven makes
merry, the earth is full of gladness,
The
"Hymn to Hathor", Translation after M. Alliot,
Le Culte d'Horus a
Edfou, pp. 491 sqq.
Source: EM.LL 82.
2.
Womb of the sun,
Habitation of the hawk,
Birdcage of the soul.
Source: Monaghan BGH 129.
To
the Goddess named - Hepat
Sun
Goddess of Arinna,
Mistress of the lands of Hatti,
Sovereign Queen of Heaven and Earth,
I,_________, have always been Thy servant,
A
heifer of Thy stable since my childhood,
A
strong cornerstone on which Thou can depend,
For
Thou art the highest,
The
most exalted of deities
And
though all other deities bow down to Thee,
No
mortal appeals to Thee in vain.
Sun
Goddess of Arinna,
Queen
and Ruler of all lands,
In
the city of
Thou
art called upon as Sun Goddess of Arinna,
Yet
in the far counbtry from which I come,
That
which Thou created as The Land of Cedars,
I
called upon Thee there as Hepat,
Mother of Deities.
"Prayer of Queen Pudu Hepat to Holy Hepat".
Quoted by Merlin Stone in Ancient Mirrors of Womanhood Vol 1, p. 194.
To
the Goddesses named - the
Horai
Fair
Ones, begetters of all things,
who in appointed order
bring on day and night,
summer and winter,
so as to make months and years grow full.