Hebe

Hebe, fair-haired daughter of Zeus and great Hera,
bright-winged goddess, granter of the bloom of youth,
the vital spark, the love of life that drives a soul
to hold tight to the world. Hebe, cupbearer,
your glory it is to carry sweet nectar
and ambrosia to the deathless gods. Hebe,
companion of laughter-loving Aphrodite,
well-garlanded goddess, grace and beauty
are within you. Hebe of the fair ankles,
ever revered among gods and mortals both,
bride of great Heracles whose labors twelve are told
wherever legends flow. Friend of the Graces,
friend of dear Harmony, friend of the blushing bride
on her wedding day, friend of the supplicant
seeking pardon. Hebe, lovely one, goddess
of many blessings, I praise and honor you.

Hekate

World-wandering Hekate, night-loving goddess,
dweller in darkness, bearer of torches, between
the realms you pass with ease, made welcome in each,
made mighty in each. Whenever we move from one
place, one time, one state of being to another,
you are there to comfort us. Whenever we enter
or leave this life, you are there to carry us.
Whenever we are in fear or in need, goddess,
you are there to sustain us. Thrice-blessed Hekate,
friend of frail and fragile mortals, I honor you.