A Poem in Honour of the Goddess Hestia

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Hestia, Blessed Queen,

Mystic Virgin most serene,

Selfless One, untouched and pure

Self-contained, mild, demure.

Duty-bound, You tend the flame

The sacred fire, from whence all came.

The Demiurge, the creative power,

Exciting, enlivening, Zeus's great tower

The sacred flame within the soul,

That moves us, pushes us to be whole

As You are whole within Yourself

The perfect circle, the heart and hearth.

First and Last, we pray to You

Accept our offerings, ever true.

And your mystics, deign to bless

with wisdom, health, and happiness.

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⏰ Last updated: May 04, 2016 ⏰

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