Hera

Deep-eyed Hera, beloved bride of mighty Zeus,
mighty goddess, fair of face and silent of step,
noble your manner, stately and poised your form,
a queenly presence is ever yours, godly
in glory, womanly in grace and beauty.
Beloved Hera, patroness of kings and princes,
friend of women, of mothers, upholder of marriage,
of the right of lovers to join hearts and hands;
lavish your gifts, liberal your hand, limitless
the blessings you bestow on those you favor.
Hera, the broad sky is yours, and the sweet air
we breathe; to you we turn to for harmony
and wedded bliss; to you we turn to for strength
in the passion and turmoil and hard work of marriage;
to you we offer our thanks for a life of love.
Well-crowned Hera, beautiful one, revered one,
greatest of goddesses, I praise and honor you.

Poseidon

Poseidon, lord of the darkest sea-depths,
lord of the crashing surf, your hair wet with brine,
your eyes cold and blue, keen as winter waters,
you hold in your hands the life of the sailor,
through fair weather or foul you guide ships to safety
or ravage them with waves. Within your domain
we live only by your goodness and forbearance;
with ease do you lay waste to great cities, do you
shake the earth till the works of men crumble.
You raise the four great winds, you hone the rain
to a cutting edge, you turn the waters of your realm
to cruel ice. By your might do floods destroy us,
Poseidon; yours too is the deadly drought,
the hard cracked dirt that signals famine and fear.
Our lives depend on your balance, Poseidon,
on your generous heart and open hand. God of oceans,
god of the salt of life, I praise and honor you.

Hestia

Hestia, gracious goddess who sits at the heart
of each home, who lives in the heart of each one
who reveres you, each one who holds you dear, each one
who turns to you for strength and harmony. Hestia,
goddess most needful, goddess most serene, goddess
most esteemed, the heart of the city is yours
as well, great goddess; within your realm are those
who serve the state, who work for the good of all--
your blessings fall on the honest, goddess, your wrath
on the corrupt, on those who betray their trust
for gain. Defender of the householder, guardian
of the hearthfire, Hestia, I praise and honor you.

Pan

Arcadian Pan, mountain-roaming god, playmate
of the lovely nymphs, the sweet sound of the pipes
precedes you, the dancing feet of pretty maids
follow in your wake. God of shepherds and their flocks,
god of all that grows, all that is green, of woodland
and riversong, of beasts fierce and timid,
goat-footed god, with horns among your tousled hair,
fair of face and swift of stride, you roam the wild world
with a free spirit. Friend of Dionysos,
rustic one, all life's simple pleasures are yours
to enjoy--the merry song, the outdoor feast,
the sprightly dance of country folk, all are yours,
O Pan. God of the highlands, the stony peaks
and the gentle, grassy hills, I praise and honor you.