Come, graciously hear my call,
You who oversees the wide world of the night,
darkness voyaging Goddess; famed, easy-birthing, bull-faced, horned,
mother of Gods and men, Nature’s All-Mother.
(Source: Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship)
Lady of the Wild
Lady of Beasts
Leader of Nymphs
I come to you now as I do every month at this time
With offerings of evergreen branches
Of water and flame
I ask your protection on my path, torch-bearer, illuminer
And protection for the wild young on the edge of winter
And protection for my family’s children, my friends’ children, for all children
And those taken untimely by illness or violence or accident
Take them in your train
Lead them on safe paths
Let them find good water and a place to rest and peace
This I ask of you, O Goddess of the grove and of the childbed
And I will remember you again.
Hear me, O queen,
Zeus’ daughter of many names
Titanic and Bacchic,
revered, renowned archer,
torch-bearing goddess bringing light to all,
Diktynna, helper at childbirth,
you help women in labor,
though you know not what labor is.
O frenzy-loving huntress,
you loosen girdles and drive distress away
swift arrow-pouring goddess of the outdoors,
you roam in the night.
Fame-bringing and affable,
redeeming and masculine in appearance,
Orthia, goddess of swift birth,
you are a nurturer of mortal youths,
immortal and yet of this earth,
you slay wild beasts, O blessed one,
your realm is in the mountain forest,
you hunt deer.
O revered and mighty queen of all
many-shaped lady of Kydonia,
come, dear goddess,
as savior to all the initiates,
accessible to all, bringing forth
the beautiful fruit of the earth,
and fair-tressed health.
May you dispatch diseases and pain
to the peaks of the mountains.
— translated by Ben Wolkow and Apostolos N. Athanassakis, in The Orphic Hymns
Artemis, Great Lady, steward of the wild, protector of the young, hunter, mountain dancer, torch-bearer, guide.
We ask your protection this month and every month: guide our hands in the work we have dedicated to your service, watch over our families’ children, our friends’ children, all children in danger of hunger or harm. To you we offer evergreen cedar of the land we care for in dedication to you and to the earth. We ask that you accept these offerings and grant us your blessings.
So mote it be.
Artemis I praise, sister of bright Apollo,
first-born of blessed Leto, dear child of Zeus.
Fairest among maidens, you roam the wilderness;
the enchanting nymphs are your friends and companions.
You take joy in wood and meadow, swift-footed one,
you who loves dance and games, you who wins every race.
As the wild lands are yours, so too are the wild beasts;
huntress you are–with bow your skill is unsurpassed,
always do your arrows find their mark. Artemis,
O kindly one, you ease the sharp pains of childbirth,
and you are the fiercest protector of children.
O luminous goddess, I praise and honor you.
(Author: Hearthstone. Source: Hellenion.)
If you find yourself
chasing after her
you’re doing it right
Lady Artemis, we ask your protection for the children of our families, and of our friends’ families; for those suffering the upheaval of displacement, by choice or by force; for those harmed by thoughtless politics and cruel policies. Aid us in the stewardship of the air and water, of the forests and the mountains, and all the creatures who live thereon. So mote it be.
hiketeria: a branch wound with fillets. Offered in supplication.
Lady Artemis, goddess of the wild, of children and animals and all wild things, hear our entreaty. Now is a dangerous time for Your creatures, even as we await the blessing of spring, for everywhere the children of the world and the great wilderness of the world is in danger. Help us to protect what is sacred to You. Help us to be Your stewards in this time. Guard our paths and may Your torch shine bright. Io evohe, so be it.
Io Artemis Agrotera, Elaphaea, Cedreatis. Huntress, lady of the deer and the cedar trees. You I find in the icy rivers and hemlock groves, on the mountaintops and in the secret places beneath the stones. You I seek on every trail, you I follow on every chase. Walk with me and run before me and let your arrows find their mark, for these are perilous times. Hail to you and I will remember you.