To Hestia

I call to Hestia, gentle one, heart of the home,
honored daughter of mighty Kronos and fair Rhea;
as first and last born of those ancient Titans
you take of all first and final offerings.
Peace-loving goddess, tender of Olympos' flame,
in tranquil pursuits you take pleasure. Hestia,
in the arts of the home we find you, in a warm fire
and a full larder, in a generous spirit
and a soft voice. Goddess, in every house
you hold safe the most profound of intimacies,
the substance of family, the essence of society.
Each home a safe haven, each hearthside your temple,
each flame, each meal, each child tucked into bed
a prayer of gratitude to you, dear goddess.
Hestia, firm-willed one, kind-hearted one, I call to you.

To Hera

I call to Hera, queen of lofty Olympos,
dark-eyed goddess, beloved of thundering Zeus,
radiant daughter of Kronos and blessed Rhea.
In times of old were you well loved, in Argos
and in Samos. Many are the tales told of you;
many are your temples, many are your honors,
many are the blessings granted by your goodness.
Wise one, insightful one, you discern and devise
the way most fitting to achieve your ends. Hera,
in a clear blue sky we recognize your favor,
and in a warm spring rain; in a joyous wedding feast,
a constant love, and a harmonious home we know you.
Stately and beautiful goddess, friend of women,
friend of marriage, protector of home and family,
most lovely and exalted goddess, I call to you.