A Pagan’s prayer
May I be no man’s enemy, and may I be the friend of that
which is eternal and abides.
May I never quarrel with those nearest me, and if I do, may
I be reconciled quickly.
May I never devise evil against any man, and if any devise
evil against me, may I escape uninjured and without the
need of hurting him.
May I love, seek, and attain only that which is good.
May I wish for all men’s happiness, and envy none. May I
never rejoice in the ill fortune of one who has wronged me.
When I have done or said what is wrong, may I never wait
for the rebuke of another, but always rebuke myself until I
May I win no victory that harms either me or my opponent.
May I reconcile friends who are angry with one another.
May I, to the extent of my power, give all needful help to my
friends, and to all who are in want.
May I never fail a friend in danger.
When visiting those in grief, may I be able, by gentle and
healing words, to soften their pain.
May I respect myself. May I always keep tame that which
rages within me.
May I accustom myself to be gentle, and never to be angry
with people because of circumstances.
May I never discuss who is wicked and what wicked things
he has done, but know good men and follow in their
Eusebius, a Stoic
Invocation to the Three-Fold One
Maiden, Maiden, robed in light
Rejoice with us, this Sabbat night
Beauty Thy shield, and love Thy sword
Hath vanquished even death’s dark Lord.
We bow before Thy gentle might.
Thy youthful joy doth never fade
Be welcome, oh Crone, sweet Mother, and Maid!
Mother Goddess, clad in green
Our circle Thy court, oh gracious Queen
All that lives comes forth from Thee
And dying returns – as the drop to the sea.
Rule Heaven, rule Hell, and the wide worlds between.
Thy lunar crown will light our scene,
Come and bless us Old Crone, sweet Maiden, and Queen.
Ancient Crone, in tatters old
Thy lore is bitter, Thy rede is cold
In wisdom fabled beyond our ken
Thou holdest wake over Gods and men
Then layest them down, to rest, in the mould.
With Thy wisdom be with us – Maid, Mother, and Crone!
by Seleneicthon, from “Spokes of the Wheel”, © 1979
I call upon you, my Lord and Lady, to
grant me the strength to remain forever
faithful to the teaching of Wicca/Witchcraft.
Please help me to keep all of the promises I
have made to you, my eternal parents, as
well as those I have made to my brothers
and sisters, especially those of my coven,
as well as those of my Solitary brothers
So Mote It Be